Vultures flying overhead
Dreams turn into nightmares
And you’re awake
But don’t know you’re asleep
Violently woken up
By the screams of the past
Twisted branches
Wrapped around your neck
Airways blocked
Breathing stops
All that’s left
Is the tick of the clock
Time slowly killing you
Body left for the vultures
Today I felt the wind in my bones, which shoved me to the earth where leaves fallen raised the alarm of another world. Tempestuous, hurly-burly wind, tornado of explicit statement. It disturbs equipoise and restores insanity in a poised world. Forgive this bellicosity, but the wind in my home is a real occurrence, the hills quake with fear. A gentle nudge and I am done. The night’s event is the wind choking dogs outside, and me buried deep deep in dreams which surface in a maelstrom of wishes.