Nightmarish

The wrinkles on our face
lack true roots so
they grow in low carpets
or rounded cushions.
They love the damp and
reproduce using spores
that are released
while you sleep.

 Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Reaching

Reaching out into light from nightmare
a promise of hope
skitters against the closed window

It seems as if night has eaten my bones
I lie listless, captive
time moves sideways into morning

Daylight thickens, enters my lungs
animates and quickens

Another new day……

Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond