The Nightmare
The chain lock snapped
as the voices poured out
that filled my brain with death.
the bespattered remains
of what could be called
my inflated ego
clung to the curtains
that were stained with rain
and dripped from the bed sheets
onto the champagne stained
carpet.
I only wanted to surprise you
as my tears dripped down ice
and my screams were only
blocked by a blank stare.
I never like that carpet anyway.
Copyright Janet Kuypers.
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