Poetry

Most Every Night

In my dreams I rage
a vicious
devouring
rage the enemy
right in my face and
I warn him seething
eyes ablaze that I will
snap his fucking neck
He retreats a pace but
won’t go away and
I awaken chest aching
from the strain
Pull the heating pad
over my heart
Try to breathe
most every night

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