FLAWED REALITY
a distant whistle and
sweat-soaked sheets
send a chill through my body,
enough to startle me awake;
crossing the cold granite floor
I stand before the open window,
eyes closed, and inhale sweet jasmine
ample enough to forget
the montage of nightmares
(scraps of reality) trapped
inside demons’ domain…
until sunset comes again
2012-06-24
P. Wanken
Inspired by The Sunday Whirl prompt #62: jasmine, demons, window, scrap, ample, montage, flawed, granite, trapped, whistle, domain, and sunset
