Slipping between conscious realms
to see waking nightmares commemorated
in midnight dreaming through the visages
of past disappointment and future heartbreak
both real and imagined.
Sometimes the sordid scenes are impossible
and I wake relieved that it won’t be relived.
But other times the moments haunt
because they are filled with all I dread
when I stare into the black void named
what could someday be.
Tiffany Renee Harmon is a writer and editor from Cincinnati, OH.