The People I Used to Trust

Awaken
with a sudden jolt of life
to the horrors

the entire building
dead quiet
quiet
and dead

gore and feathers
plastered to my body
feathers...
the nightmare!

the feathers trigger memories
of the terrors I've seen
my dreams last night
the monster
eating, devouring
everyone

flashes
the blood
the intestines
the bodies

these darkly images
flickering, dancing
before my eyes

it leaves a sour taste in my mouth

I can't clearly picture the beast
which makes him all the more terrifying
I see his clawed hands
ripping gashes
pieces of humans flying
splattered around the room

the images make me sick
the sour taste becomes more familiar
my stomach heaves
and I vomit
and the taste is ever stronger
as I see my mouth
tearing out the bones
of the people I used to know
feathers falling from my wings
as I laugh at their horrified expressions
as I vomit up the blood
of the people I used to trust

I laugh as I sob
as I look around my life
at the blood soaked work of art
that we have created

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A poem a day keeps the demon at bay