invasions

The nights
sometimes
are not quiet

small terrors
find their way
in through the
cracks

bombard the
unconscious
with questions
and visions

we are unable
to remember
later

when we wake,
hearts beating
too fast, minds
reeling and

the terrors
escape

back
into hiding.

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