Whisper

I whisper in my sleep

Things only I know

Things not meant for mortal ears

There are those that call me oracle

Those Who converse with the sleeping 

Version of me,

learn things of unspeakable beauty

And

Unspeakable horror. 

When I sleep

 I dream of demons

That steal my voice

Render me paralyzed

And 

Sit atop my chest

And grin as they rasp 

And click

And seethe 

Over my helpless body. 

I dream of Elysium. 

Untouched by sorrow

Where the ocean breathes 

And there are flowers 

the colors of sunset skies. 

When I lie next to you

I can smell them. 

When I sleep

She wakes. 

She says things hidden deep in the recesses of my subconscious. 

If you’re lucky enough to hear her

Know she doesn’t mean you any harm. 

But remember to keep her secrets close. 

Because she trusts you enough to share her world.