... used to the room going black,
spinning, as if the storm
reversed itself back into
my bed. Lightning flashes:
oneonethousandtwoonethou -
never reach 'three' before
the Howling screams me awake,
neatly stopping the heart.
Happens again and again,
these spasms of panic
throwing me onto the floor,
safely out of harm's way ...
try telling that to my fear.
(c) 2007, Karla Dorman.
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