What Scares Her

Fear of losing what she takes for granted
Is a buzz saw working steel teeth
Up and down the length and width of her.
Losing him, lover and  dearest friend.
Losing all whom she loves: one by one falling away
Into the hushing of last breaths…gone.

Fear of waking and taking her pen
And having nothing to write about sea or sky
Or love or hate or the electric purr of the cat
Or how the light of day extinguishes to dark
Or the memory of her father’s smile,
her mother’s prayers, the laughter that winds
her up like a key toy through her day.

Fear of finding a night dream so comfortable,
she refuses to find her way back to pillow
And dawn, remain in Sleep City forever
Till her blood runs cold in marbled veins.
Those unblinking eyes staring down
The dark-suited man with the whirling
Buzz saw, steel teeth chomping down her residue life.

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