Mr. Hyde

Restless sits my soul
While hours wile away
Awaiting the familiar ghoul
That taunts me by the day
He wears my face and pries
The black recesses of my heart
Despite my fearful cries
He laughs, “It’s just the start.”

Degrees of Foresight

An animal happiness
Is a simple one
Of food today
And a subconscious inkling of winter
Gathering and caching
The bounty of fall
But not remembering
The lean scrabbling in frost

Dream Cocoon

The shivering soul seeks the refuge of dreams
And layers over the distresses of waking
With a thin coat of marble icing swirled to hypnotize
The mind into believing and the eyes from seeing
Fly away from flesh and bone and make yourself
Into the image that you have always carried
Hidden deep in the neuroses of cranial neurons
Where in terrifying color, your true self arouses

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