the nightmare

birds of necks bent
dead fish breath

heaven under the bed

already dark and dusty
before the storm
before you close your eyes slept


the past
a word
a rusty ring
marked with a cross
a box of old clothes
inherited

from your parents

stickiness
sweat
sleep
safety-poisons your memory
scent of fire
smell of weed

long lent
without praying
a prayer without fasting

there is a sentinel
to the front of the house of conscience
someone who keeps you away
something that doesn't allow you to pass

beyond -a pack of trusted dogs wait
you will to tell them who to attack

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