Dog Bone Chain

I woke up next to a vulture with a

dog bone chain around her neck

Staring at me with vile

I woke up next to a flame that wrapped

her sins around my waist

Staring at me with corruption

I woke up next to a blood sucking leach

that smirked with a lush appetite

Staring at me with disdain

I woke up next to a villain made up

of clay hiding the weapons

Staring at me with a plan

I woke up next to a furious soul

that was shaken from discomfort

Staring at me with delight

I woke up next to a bitten snake

that slithers through the camouflage

Staring at me with vengeance

18 Comments

  1. Like waking up from a dream that wasn’t quite a nightmare but left you with that uncomfortable feeling in your body and you roll over and s/he’s sitting up, watching you while you sleep and it’s not love in their eyes but something more sinister and you’re not sure if it’s the lingering tendrils of the dream or if you just never really saw it before. Great poem, Braeden.

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