when you wake up nocturnal goings onlike thunder dreams ofa dark, dank hunger,like when the spermhits the back of your throat, you blink &swallow, like bittertendrils of ghostly handsforcing you apart, likethe boogeyman hidingin the eternal closet,waiting & wanting  you & me too,   us,         i,   me,knowing he’ll wait& strike, tearing& gnashing in ahorrorland … Continue reading Scott C. Holstad