Words from the Whispering Woods: I
"PROJECTED VISIONS IN SLEEP PARALYSIS"
Spring 2009
At a strange hour I half-woke
Long before the morning crept in.
The room still shaded deep blue,
A half-moon half-illuminated an odd sight.
Indistinguishable figures
Danced on the ceiling,
Seemingly joyous but demonic;
Devilish half-human insects.
Yet,
Only my eyelids would move,
Opening my eyes halfway
As my entire body was paralyzed.
I could not speak
To these odd entities.
I could not leave my bed.
Still,
Despite this night's
Unexpected supernatural infection,
Despite my mind's
Foreseeable apprehensive inclination,
I remained only
Half-afraid.
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