#83

The nightmare sits atop my chest
The black horse burning through the curtain
Mane smoking, teeth and white eyes bared
Ghouls and yellow mist swim in the eyes
Of the crouching incubus
Pinning me in my paralysis
Visions of black skinny demons perching by the window
Mothers come and go, speak to me,
Leave pills and water
The curtains remain open
The black night waiting outside

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