Snakes

Snakes.

From the heat of the sun
To the flames of the fire,
I squirm, try to escape
My imagination.
Inside, I scream.
Recurring dreams are haunting me.
My mind picks on me while I sleep
At my most vulnerable
But I’m strong, at least
On the outside I am,
Illusion.
Strange thoughts skitter
Around in the back of my mind
Come back to me, certainty.
I can’t stand this friction, living
In fiction, that is my reality.
The snake lives in my pond
Swims through my peace
Slicing my sanity into
Tiny pieces, sleep
Isn’t safe
For me any more
For behind my eyelids
Snakes slither, their skin
Brushing against me, it’s not safe
The colours are poisonous
Their hungry jaws wide.
There are snakes
In my bed
When I sleep.