shank of night

suddenly
awakening
heartbeat
blubbering
realized it was
still shank of night
quizzed self
gnawing on bones
of whys wherefores
suddenly shivered goosed
flesh alerted as all over skin
continued crawling…
was something
lurking here…right now
had flapping black birds
ominous buzzing sounds
leached over from scary
movies of yesterday/night?
attempts
at sinking back
into sleep’s folds
became useless
finally giving up
gingerly embraced
today’s body…

is it a portend of closed envelope events….still wondering…

painting Crows In Van Gogh’s Bedroom is by Nancy Denommee

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