atrocity

Atrocity

Looking for patterns in the ceiling
Find some, finding none.

None is some, and some is a lot,
A face staring back at me
All night I see you
The clown haunting my dreams.

Shrieks and shrills
Screaming wills
I find the wall talking back
Am I sane or am I broken
Is this all but a dream.

The wall whispers atrocities
Terrible things.

8/8/21 – Andy McRae