The Night-Mare and I

biting back the fear

cold as steel

like the bit between

the teeth of the night-mare

I take the reins and urge



trying to ride beyond

break free of the myriad shadows

of the past that stick

like thistledown

breath ripping free from the cavity of my chest

(we do this until you breathe)

and I taste the acrid bite of defeat

as my heart breaks


and I long to wither



but night-mare shakes her head

walks on

her spirit waging war

against my pain

while all within me

feels to scream

as we dance along the razor edge

between ecstasy and terror

it is too much

this soul-stripping

and I lean into her solid warmth

as she sighs

giving me peace

by:  Kathryn McGinnis