Nightmare Fuel
On Dreaming about Nightmares
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Your dreams don't interest me,
But your nightmares do.
.
I can see them smoking in your eyes,
Hear them throwing fog
Across your words
And cluttering up your throat.
.
How hungry it makes me
To press my lips to your ear
And inhale those sweet delights,
Your bitter little terrors.
.
There is nothing left to my nightmares.
I have run from my monsters,
Collapsed in front of them,
And been dragged home.
.
I have glared down glistening fangs
To find I am not terrified
By these familiar faces of fear.
And I hunger for it,
To feel the tremble in my fingertips
And the rank breath of monsters
In my hair.
.
So, I turn to you,
A coward full of terrors and nightmares,
Plump with promise and fresh fear.
.
I can see them, dancing in your eyes.
And I want them.
.
I want those bitter delights
And I will have them.
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Silver Serpent Books
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About the Creator
Silver Serpent Books
Writer. Interested in all the rocks people have forgotten to turn over. There are whole worlds under there, you know. Dark ones too, even better.
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