And My Screams Don't Wake Me

by Marcia Pradzinski

And My Screams Don't Wake Me

At night

my mind

 

bakes me

into lilies

 

that won't

blossom                            

 

trees that grow

chairs

 

melons festering

with maggots

 

thorned

pomegranates

 

birds with no

beaks

 

and dogs

without legs.

 

My  voice

shrieking raw

 

I lie dazed

sprout cherry-red

 

fangs that pierce

my parchment skin.

Marcia J. Pradzinski, an award-winning poet, lives in Skokie, Illinois. Her poems have been featured in print journals, anthologies, and online. Recent and forthcoming publications include The Pangolin Review,  Redheaded Stepchild, Your Daily Poem, Clementine Unbound, and Ink In Thirds. Her first chapbook, Left Behind, was released by Finishing Line Press in 2015. She credits Plumb Line Poets, her cadre of fellow poets, for helping her stay productive and accountable. When not reading or writing, she enjoys water aerobics, qigong, walking, and going to movies.

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