Incubus

incubus

finger to lips
you unnecessarily
silenced me

my lips numb, tangled
as lifeless limbs
strewn like tentacles
on the shore of consciousness

your final black act
hidden in the folds
of my dark memory’s cloak

every day my mind
is witness to the
permanence of
a flashback nightmare

white socks
little boy briefs
creeping across
the room towards me

you the centaur
of my own private myth
my beast of shame

I remain branded;
silenced, seared

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