heard through your pillow at night.
you wake, cold sweat (are those frightful tears?)
and roll from this grave
to check every orifice
in this gaping haunting collage of a room.
anxiety dissolves, melting like ice cream
onion layer portions at a time;
puddles remain, a nervy drink
energizes parched particles
in your chalky mouth
as you beckon sleep please return
before you think of more teeth
seeing shadows strung
through the window
like an action movie stunt
turned fatal accident.
your faux-aegis eyelids
can’t protect you