"I had a nightmare.Of things that live in holes.
In holes that go nowhere.
Holes in a fence.
Holes in paper.
Things that scream names
that are not theirs.
Things that try to lure you
into looking them in the
eye.
I'm glad I woke up
before their screaming
became too loud."
Sometimes I have nightmares. And sometimes I write them down right after I wake up because of them.
