At the Dinner Table–Dusk
“To wake , and hear a cock out of the distance crying” — Dawn, Philip Larkin To eat and hear a scream. To rise and peer through a foggy window To lose and loose the self to a waking dream and feel behind you the Shadowman grow. How normal it is for muscles to freeze and eyes choke on the mind’s conspiracy.
The mind let unwind with a whip A Cat-Of-Nine made of neurons Flailed at grey matter with barbed tips. Made him stiff, slobbering like a moron. In these hallucinations he could not escape though he knew the machines weren’t real Knowing is not enough when grinding pain tenderizes and you’re the entree, grilled veal. Whatever gnawed at his inner thigh percolated through his skin always at his periphery, out of sight not mind, his sanity worn thin. His wife, paralyzed, drooling, stared wide-eyed, bed bound, binging his dream, with each bite she died.
David Arroyo is a nerd and ex-catholic. His Dungeons & Dragons alignment is Neutral Good. He holds an MA in English from Florida State University and a MFA in Creative Writing from Stonecoast. He’s published poetry in Club Plum, Stirring, Silver Blade, Burning Word, and Abyss & Apex, and most recently in Coffin Bell and Nocturne. His Twitter handle is StarSmashrX.