I’ll Sleep No More

One moonless night
startled awake
I saw a sight
that made me shake
For standing there
in some light’s glare
was me at three

To my chagrin
my shocked surprise
was mirrored in
his/my young eyes
as suddenly
a memory
flooded my head

This omen sent
filled me with dread
I knew it meant
I'd soon be dead
My will did crack
and I fell back
to wait my fate

For as a child
I had a dream
that was so wild
I had to scream
A man, like me
I did then see
was dead in bed

A murdered man
Stabbed through the heart
And I knew then
who played that part
This room well met
that nightmare’s set
in my mind’s eye

Hold on, I thought
I’m still alive
Had I forgot
I would survive
But three year me
cried out loudly
and said “He’s dead!”

Next morn I woke
grasping at life
Feeling reborn
Then saw the knife
plunged through a note
where someone wrote
“Dreams Do Come True”

(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2019

Love’s Cutting Edge

Don’t be afraid
my little dear
of the sharp blade
Mommy is here
Alive or dead
you’re beloved
and free with me

(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2019

In response to the 10 October Monster, She Wrote prompt at the Brave & Reckless blog and based on the titles of short stories and books discussed in the enjoyable and informative new book “Monster, She Wrote: The Women Who Pioneered Horror and Speculative Fiction”by Lisa Kröger. This prompt was “Beloved” by Toni Morrison.