Beware for
the predator parades
hiding behind her facade
of
waxen words
lulling you
serenading you with the
toxic tonic of spoken and
unspoken lies
She lies in wait
waits in lies
to pounce and
pierce her venom
through your soul
She knows who she is
You've been touched by her
before
the Troll living under the bridge
in HePo land, amongst you all,
casting her spell
weaving her web
unhinging her jaw
looking for her next meal

I realize I cannot get back to sleep
Fall back into the bittesweet dream
of you
All of my neurotic fears and
insecurities
Realized in that dreamscape
But at least I could touch you
And feel you
through the fog of sleep