04-15-2018, 09:00 AM
Recurrent Isolated Sleep Paralysis
slatted shadows flat along the ground
intersecting angles of walls and struts
crouched under the shearing shed
at Woolleys Bay, paralysed, hiding
straining to see who makes the sounds
of stealthy footsteps, nearing.
The scene congeals around me; scream
seized like a fist in my throat
convulsed with adrenalin and fear
I watch the axe flash closer through
strobes of light, focus on the hand that wields it,
the arm, the head, the staring eyes,
my killer’s face.
My brother.
slatted shadows flat along the ground
intersecting angles of walls and struts
crouched under the shearing shed
at Woolleys Bay, paralysed, hiding
straining to see who makes the sounds
of stealthy footsteps, nearing.
The scene congeals around me; scream
seized like a fist in my throat
convulsed with adrenalin and fear
I watch the axe flash closer through
strobes of light, focus on the hand that wields it,
the arm, the head, the staring eyes,
my killer’s face.
My brother.