Hypogeal

a.m is p.m
sleep schedule
backwards
eyes rubbed
red
from blinking at com
puter monitors
in dark
rm’s
thick curtains
keep the outside
from getting
in
a world of Jules Vernian
mushrooms
is pushing its way
up
through the kitchen
plumbing

ceiling is alive
with the sounds
of sonar and
leather
wings

the
treadworn carpet
is luminescent
and
all retreats
before
a thin arm
connected
to a
steady candlestick
the illumination of which
is a fragile orb
in the oppressive
dark

held
by one dreamer
who wakes
chanting curses
in circles
to scare down
the looming
draconic

unattended

© Emerys Watchel, 2017 All rights reserved.

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