The Truth of Dreams
A poem brought forth by a "bad" dream.
I woke from the night’s rest, morning light warming sleepy eyes.
I untangled the sheets, sitting up to
approach the bedroom door
when I saw the face appear
deeply etched in the threshold,
alive beneath shadows, it’s mouth opening wide, threatening a painful bite
if I dared turn the knob.
I wielded a can of black paint, carefully scrawling the word “BETRAYED” over the face,
covering the screaming mouth;
not a permanent solution, but one that would hold long enough
to avoid the bitter bite, to turn the doorknob, to let myself out of this room,
to hurry downstairs.
I found another door at the base of the stairs.
Opening it revealed three sardonically happy ladies sitting primly on the furniture;
“Good Morning, Dear!”
I heard as the first woman outstretched her arms
to receive a hearty hug.
I stepped forward to return the expected embrace,
but as I leaned in I saw the superficial grin
widening to show sharp teeth growing
as the other two women sat by silenly, watching
greedily with shining green eyes.
I stepped back quickly enough
to avoid the life-sucking grasp,
I turned sharply and left the room,
leaving the women to themselves.
I found my dogs at my heel while stepping outside,
through another door,
into the fresh air
where I could breathe.
The sound was pure as I exhaled a silent sob.
About the Creator
KJ Aartila
A writer of words in northern WI with a small family and a large menagerie.
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Comments (5)
Surreal and compelling, very dreamlike. Well done!👏Pernoste
This nicely describes the action and excitement of dreams. There's a vague line between realism and surrealism and I think you nailed it! I love this!
This was a whirlwind. Very much the feeling of heightening emotions and thrills in a dream, especially in the kind where it seems you are running from an inescapable threat that presents itself at every turn. This really played well into the rhythm of your poem. I loved it.
This is fabulous. Well done.
Poetry is a great way of documenting scary dreams like this one