blather
fare_thee_well_nightmare
sabbie for it is the morn
and you are leaving me again
silently slipping out of my bed
like a secret lover
tattering away
through the fingers of the dawn

the bed is warmer
now you have gone

i am awake
tired
but calmer now.

the sweat is drying

i know tonight.

you will come back
with chilled and clawed fingers
to rake through my brain
to pick through my head
and to whisper
shout
and scream

again.

the bleeding is well-known
the terror is, at least, familiar
like the room, like the life
never is
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