Nightmare
Single strike. Match lit. Snuffed.
The magnetic pull drowns,
Drags me to the sweat-soaked cloth.
Pinned.
Paralysis hisses from the venom sting.
Jaw locks.
Muscles coil like snakes.
A fever wakes.
Blood roars in the ears.
Single strike. Match lit. Snuffed.
Smoke guarded by the fiery gates.
It pressurizes.
Volcanic ice cracks.
Molten lava surges.
Travels the inner core,
Tracing every vein.
The mouth unlocks.
A knife-blade shriek.
The sound recoils.
It stops. It breaks.
Every nerve falls slack.
A puppet cut loose.
With grit and grace, Brandi Lynn ♡
The Beauty of a Switchblade will always be a free space to read and rest. If these words found a home in you, you can hold the physical weight of my journey in your hands. My debut collection of prose-poetry and original illustrations, Where the Broken Light Falls, is now available on Amazon.
I am Brandi Lynn. Welcome to a beautifully chaotic space for the outliers, the pattern-seekers, and the sensory-overloaded. We aren’t here to watch the healing; we’re here to watch the clockwork fail. If this resonates with you, I’d love to have you stay.
Find the visual unmasking on Instagram @bybrandilynn, or on my website at ByBrandiLynn.com
Such a vivid description. I have had that nightmare where I become cognisant that I’m trapped in it and can’t break through the ice. The ceiling. No breath. And then…, the puppet is loose. Brilliant, Brandi.
Wow. Such beautiful piece
Glad I found you