The gray sky's highlighted

with graph-paper lines.

Dread and fear suffocate me.

I can't run thanks to my leaden legs.

Something's chasing me ...

I'm forced to collapse to the ground.

I sweat. I need to make a stand.

I cover my face with my open palms

and channel all of my anger ...

I feel gargoyle wings

push against my clothes,

trying to sprout from my back ...

This frightens me ...

or am I allowing my fury to take over?

I'll never know the answer

because I scare myself awake.