A Nightmarish Slumber
By Sharon Brunner
A lone petunia standing proudly between
a prison of weeds, relaxed, not rattled.
Weeds ruffled taunting the petunia
to
give into the bellows of the
tyrannical force
Pickled beyond recognition in
their harshness.
A precocious persimmon begins its
new life
on the branch of the ebony wood
family,
ebony, dark, prevailing, and
mysterious.
Shadows lurk amongst the dusk,
swaying long branches, hosting
secrets.
A snake slithers in and out of the
thick patch
of a pencil thin layer of dead
spiders, bugs and
small rodents serving as
fertilizer
for the ebony stronghold and its
peers.
The snake wriggled free from the trail
of death.
The persimmon taps the branch
quietly
to warn the petunia of looming
danger.
The snake is deterred by a dog,
running.
The flower is rescued and reveled
in its
newly found freedom amid its weed sanctuary.
A hand rifled through the leaves
of the ebony fortress, rests a
moment.
Breaths a grateful sigh as the
hand retreats,
celebrating another day on this
earthly plane.
The petunia and persimmon nod
knowingly.
Darkness blankets the grassy
meadow.
Slumber interrupted by a
nightmare.
A long shiny knife with jagged
edges
pierces through the soft flesh,
exposing a red, asterisk center.
1.
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