your bad dreams
a woodcarving
on your mattress
still and breathless
winking at the moon
afraid to let it bury you
like a murderer;
your bad dreams
kill
you scrub the fingerprints
entwined as you are
from this thing
which, in it's plunging,
has unclogged
that which tears
incomprehensibly
through the silence
beneath your skin
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