Between Whisper and Scream

In the in Between

Before the dream

Overtook me…

That effervescent beam

that clings

Like dew to my

Mindscreen

After the dark night has risen

Like yeast inside of me

Shone Daimonic face

The trickster dressed in lace

And leather

And choking on feathers

From my Flock

Mocked me

Pointed to the clock

And shook me from complacency

The Red Tale of Fires embrace

Rose like dawn

And threatened my Face

With scabs of disGrace

from legions

Spawn

Fighting for ascendancy

As I silenced the grim

Grip

Of their insistent

Whims

And kept right on

The same old track

Of dependency

Ignoring the tortured truth

That swarmed my limbs

And swore to remain imprisoned

Within…

Spoken to me in a cross

Between

Whisper and Scream

As I lay

Trapped in stasis

Peering at faces

Whose skin

peeled like panic

From the ancient Dream…

…Worry of whether

I’m worthy of the flame

Grateful for the shocks

And the shards and the pain

That lodge within

The neural Stains

And strains of my heaving Heart…

“Stop Showing off…

And Make Real Art”

….and in a flash

The great Rash of

Impulsive Inaction

Flickered in the Smile

Of the Vixen who agreed

To stop feeding

On my flesh

If I vowed

To rise from the bowels

Of this Blessed Test

Of Will

And say Goodbye

To Patterns that Shatter

The Sanctity of Time

Trapped within loops

Of Mind…

As I Bleed within

Mother Matter in

Fractal Flowers that Unfold

In Sacred Sines.

Charleen Johnston

10-2-21

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