In the darkness of night
As my body lies in sleep,
unable to protest
My mind begins to conjure
that flood in,
overwhelming my senses.
These projectiles of the past
send me reeling
pushing me down, forcing me back
Unconscious mind lacing the conscious mind
A needle and thread expertly woven
into fantastical patterns
understood by none but the weaver.
try to make sense of an embroidered dream state
Soon the intricacies dissolve
The detailed weavings unravel
leaving only strings to grasp on to
Which I am left holding
while my conscious self is bleeding
from a million needle pricks.