tara caribou
poetry & short story author – artist & nature lover
8:42am (Insomnia)
She’s lying upon her bed
She wakes, trembling violently
Her jaw is wired shut
Her eyelids rapidly flutter
There’s a pressure on her chest
Breaths in spurts and shudders
There is something inside her
She wants to vomit
It moves to leave
It wants to escape
It tears and claws inside her
There’s violence in its ways
It bites and rips
Her eyes fly open wide
It writhes and screams
So does she
Her chest lifts her off the sweat-stained mattress
It shrieks one final time
Ripping itself free
She falls back to the sheets
There’s blood all around her
Her mouth fills with worms
Tar seeps from the corners of her staring eyes
Her hands shake and shiver beside her
The dark energy has left her
She collapses exhausted
She’ll never be the same
tara caribou | ©2019
And so begins the first in my category named Insomnia. These are real dreams taken at real times. They might be dark or weird or fantastic or erotic. Welcome to my mind.
Insomnia (noun) 1. inability to obtain sufficient sleep, especially when chronic; difficulty in falling or staying asleep; sleeplessness.
20 Comments on “8:42am (Insomnia)”
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This was a dream?! Intense!~ I kind of want to experience it. I’m a weirdo that likes nightmares.
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This was the part between waking and dreaming. The dream was very personal and upsetting. This was my reaction, I suppose you could say, before I fully woke up again. I wrote it right down and went back to sleep.
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Ohhh~ That makes it even more intense. I should try doing that but when I wake, I get so lazy to roll over and grab a pen and notebook haha
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Yes, I have some interesting things written down. Partial thoughts or scenes.
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I have a few stories taken from dreams. They can be quite inspiring!
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Yes, me too
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This is a really interesting piece.
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Interesting…. good, or bad??
Either way, it’s real.
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Good, of course. You did an amazing job of describing something that, for most people, would be impossible to put into words.
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It was an intense experience.
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Reblogged this on Havoc and Consequence.
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Gritty and dark. A combination of states
Excellent, as always!
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A very dark poem, Tara. I admire how you beautifully describe horror, how you turn something so monstrous into marvelous words, so carefully crafted. This piece reminds me of Sylvia Plath’s poetry. Do you read her?
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No, I have not. This was just something I wrote down half-awake. I did not edit.
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Sylvia Plath is one of my favorite poets and this poem really reminds me of her style. So very well done, Tara!
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I will take that as a compliment.
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Sure.
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Who’s, that’s a dark place you have there. Damn good read though 👍🏻
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What a fantastic subject. Often, I write my poems from my dreams…
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Yes, that is true! Normally when I write based on my dreams I don’t call it out, but I am here.
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