A thousand eyes
stare back at me
Luminous orbs
that hunt the grass—
Wolves on tangled legs,
long and lean—
Prowling silence
for phantom screams.
Descend the stars
on strings of light
Floating /
/ Flying
Blowing /
/ Seeking
Webs for hungry nights—
My nightmares,
feasting
on me.


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