On Edge-------

Queasy
Sick to my stomach
Unnerved, uneven, unsettled.
Any sudden movement
Is a hyper-aware
Stare-on Stare.
Any jostle or footsteps
Makes me quiver
And snap my head back
Like a complete maniac.
Empty, like an uneaten light socket,
Or vibrant green goo.
Acting like a paranoid Troll
Stuck in Act Five.
My orange/yellow horns
Curved and short.
My skin
Grey as ash.
What would my name be?
nothing sinister or brash.
Scared beyond belief.
The ghost of “Jack Noir”
Followed me in my dreams,
He invaded my precious sleep.
Poked and prodded
‘till my yellow eyes
Bled red.
Frightened and cabulted,
Shaking from
The impact of a recent nightmare-----Nothing can compare-----
Black shadows
Dissipate into the
8am sunlight.
Five hours of being awake.
Calming down, but not quite sane yet…
Was this body, this spirit, this soul ever sane to begin with?
I’m afraid not.

My Troll name would be:
Fiona Watter
And my pesterchum name would be: (SS)
SoothsayerScribe