CAMELOT FANTASIES

Plagued by the Crepuscular  nature of the shrill
Screams echoing inside of her brain
Thrashing about her bed
She can’t keep still
Even whilst they hold her down
Amongst these strains
The grotesque shapes forming in her head
Blasphemous monsters leaving blood stains
Creeping insects crawling on her skin
None that are visible to the naked eye
She’s hoping the thrashing will make them dead
Screams are louder, echoing her own wails
Soreness of her throat as it’s becoming parched
Noting that all her thrashing is moving the entire bed
She continues, as she spots a table with a glass of water
The need of its cool liquid to soothe her throat
As she manages to maneuver closer
Her door swings open
His murderous glare is maintaining her stare
Aware of her intent
He throws the glass of water in her face
Without a care
Walks out laughing his venomous screech
As he hears he screams continue In despair

~Divine