Dec 14, 2025
unmake
* i’ve tasted dread– & not just the boogie monster this time
but the primal, damnable, inescapable fear of a nightmare;
but i’m not asleep so there’s no waking up.
tasting hot and pungent like real wasabi, with no rice or plum wine chaser
a frothy on-tap brew of fatigue and dehydration turning a sunrise sanguine, a moonlight…mordant.
i’m not alone in this– it can leave any of us with a morbid mouth unable to utter new meanings, envision brighter days
until the morning we awaken and face a new dawn where we surmise and declare: since we made a boogie monster we can unmake it, too. * 12/14 - 12/25 - lebuc - unmake
