Sunday, January 31, 2016


image from google dot com

Between the toothless gums of the screamer
The waters of the ocean are held tight
There is no gushing forth of wave or ripple
Yet the silence of night sparkle, but
From fiery embers, without passion for sleep
Here sound falls deeper and deeper
Into echoes of void
And breath
At last, gasps before the measure
Of abyss is exhausted
NIGHTMARE © gillena cox 2016

written for Bjorn's prompt
Sunday Mini Challenge: How about the nightly visits?
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads