Waking into darkness
A dream lingers
Disturbed and unwanted.
.
A dream like spilled milk
Across a table
Soaking into linen.
Never undone.
.
Instantly, everywhere, spilling milk.
Now part of this,
A moment unchosen.
.
Beginning easy,
Then running and
Pouring rampant
Into nameless unease.
.
Dream dripping onto floor
Spreading and soaking.
Waking me.
A memory uncontrolled.
.
A fear pushing inside,
In darkness.
Asleep, powerless, unable.
.
Everywhere, or just somewhere,
A fear spreading
Inside, outside,
And, finally, into my bones.
Unseen.
.
This is the dream
Born instantly into a waking memory
I never lived.
In the hushed darkness,
A terror meticulously unwrapped.
.
Or, reluctantly,
Fear buried deeply:
Real and decidedly unseen.
.
Shaken Rain 