The Mare by Dawn Mclachlan For too long you slept upon my chest with threat of eternal catastrophe my damnable familiar pressing dreadful weight upon me caustic mutters of a million fears turning goodness into dark skulking in the frequent pauses of my joy scraping the thin cracks with long claws waiting in the empty spaces to drown hope with dread watching for rare bright glistening To fill with whispering shadows I know you and I will break your grip throw your hold and turn my face to the moon

Today’s #fridaypoem inspired by the #poemsabout prompt #imps
I’ve suffered from trauma related night terrors for most of my life so this sprung to mind when imps were mentioned.
#poetry #poems #nightmares #nightterrrors