While I Slept, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Fire, photograph by Fir0002/Flagstaffotos

Fire, photograph by Fir0002/Flagstaffotos

While I Slept

Over and over, someone yelled my name!
But a dream─ or a delirious state?
The fever raging inside, could melt steel,
Yet I’m cold─ as the dark side of the moon.
Flailing, helplessly, in total darkness,
Being vacuumed to an unknown path.
Two faceless creatures incessantly work,
Pawing and clawing until I’m naked.
Viciously sprayed with what I do not know,
Molten lava─ or the ice of Saturn?

Such a strange sense, leaving the Milky Way.
Darkness─ had the feeling I could touch it.

Three sets of black wings came soaring at me.
Each wore a mask of horrible red fire.
In the center the shininess of steel,
Now driven down deeply into my flesh.
They banqueted lavishly on red blood.
Having filled bellies they slowly took flight.
Letting my motionless body to slide,
Into an invisible orifice.

Three days passed my still body not defiled.
Then today, there was a shocking shudder!
Was jettisoned faster than gamma rays.
Realizing now, I had been through hell!

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