she is my end
her phantasmagoric eyes
…so haunting
and they are lies…
her dreams bleed into mine
I become her vessel
I try to run but the sign
of freedom is so…
and I awake in an old cold sweat
on a fear-drenched bed
and she shows me her face…
oh gods, her face…

(c)2012 Allen Simpson

dedicated to Perdita
inspired by H.P. Lovecraft