As darkening shadows dim reality
Weaving the cobwebs of dreams into imagination
On my pallet, I close the windows to mortality
And drift into another dimension
A muted rustling, from corn husks, that fill my tick
Against my skin, a bulge slithers
Conjuring images of serpents, tongues that flick
Their awakening, to my heat.... instict shivers
Above me, bat wings fluttering, then silence
On my pillow a simultaneous plop
To my cheek, tiny footsteps threaten violence
A shudder, vomitus reflexive leap.... I stop
Frozen in half dream, my eyelids sewn shut
All muscles paralyzed, unable to move
I listen for my infant close by in the hut
It\'s rythmic breathing so soft and smooth
Strong grows the smell of musty mold
Turning to the odor of rotting flesh
A spider is nigh, the smell foretold
Hair stands on end, skin prickles afresh
At eyes stitched, I pick and pull
Breaking the threads of slumber
In the doorway with darkness full
Through bleary vision a silouette of umber
Two black holes where eyes should be
Dark, bloody tears flowing
Run to the maw of this banshee
With splintered teeth glowing
All fades to black, quiet and serene
In the morning\'s light of sky
Two knotholes where the eyes were seen
I shudder with relief, and sigh
But on pillow arachnid debris
From the window escapes a bat
Two puncture marks on my cheek there be
From the tick\'s tear, a viper\'s habitate
To the crib my eyes now flee
My baby.... still asleep on the mat