So many wonderful evenings have become ashes of memories and I have taken those memories and woven amazing nightmares. Not to be scared, but to feel safe as there is nothing worse than bad memories; You cannot escape them, and they cannot escape you… you are bound by an umbilical cord, but in between all this chaos of thoughts… you can find a space to survive. A place where you can leave a glass drained of bourbon at night and it will be filled with blood in the morning. You wake up and ignore it, you make coffee and go on with your life. The glass of blood is a symbol, something for the demons in your nightmare to feed and wait as instructed by you. The demons will be ready for the time you are ready to sleep, fattened, fast and creatively aggressive and terrifying. Yes!! So many wonderful evenings have become ashes of memories and I will take those and make some amazing Nightmares…..

Categories: Poetry

Tags: National poetry Month 2018, npm18, npm2018