Her Perception Of Nightmares

The magician’s tricks are revealed
Masquerade your defects

The dolls sitting on your self
Observe your slumber
With mysterious tranquillity
Close your eyes,
Ignore their levitation
Towards your sacred star stamped ceiling

The dead animal carcasses
You hung out on the washing line
Are almost ready to devour
With the pieces of laughter you have scavenged

You do not appreciate
Being told what to fear

The back of your hand looks unfamiliar
You haven’t looked into a mirror in years
The voices swirling around your mind
Would rather not be disturbed
With threatening reality