Familiar faces,
black ball eyes
no escape.
Clothes, a uniform
sewn to my skin.
Arch enemy up top,
walking without movement.
Shapes becoming sounds,
manic sweat sensations
need help.
//
An entity unknown,
its presence is felt.
Large and small,
everything at once.
Up top she turns,
her mouth erupts
arcadian light.
I flinch and soil,
silent laughter
they know what they're after
need help.
//
One by one,
they all stand and begin.
I know where I am,
too little too late.
I choke on my scream,
and my sweat becomes green.
Close my eyes,
until I wake.
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Comments (8)
Manic fever dream. Still checking out your great content
This gave me an anxiety attack, can't imagine what it was like to dream it. Great visual!
Very good. I could feel the anxiety and pain.
once again you maintained my interest throughout and left me wanting more. Love this
Absolutely stunning, subscribed back!
This was soooo creepy! Well done!
You really nailed the dream-like feel for this piece, very nicely done :) And the artwork added a great visualization.
This is a great entry. Really well done.