Fever Dreams. Poem by Miki Byrne

Delirious


In fever dreams the monsters came.
I thrashed and struggled for release
But could not wake.

Their fiery breath scorched and scoured me
Until, in my writhing
I thought my back might break.

They laughed and shrieked
Stared with maddened eyes
And raked me with their claws.

Then took hold and ground my bones
So agonisingly
In their slavering jaws.

Such creatures, grotesque and cruel
So full of vitriol and spleen.
For once escaped from hell
To come see me in my fever dreams.