Nightmare Calling

Nightmare Calling

This poem was written in 2000. I have no idea what headspace I was in at this point. I also wouldn’t say this is reflective of how I can write now in 2018.


Dare you face me?
Dare your fight?

It doesn’t matter.

To stand
Hide or run
Still I come
To find you
Catch you.
That I may
Tear at your soul,
Grind your bones beneath my feet,
Skin you to the core!

I come.
Perhaps,
I am here.

Spring 2000

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