Night Mares

Ghostly visages swim in the air around me. As I gasp for air,
dead horses gallop through my lungs
stealing my breath.

I cannot breathe.

The air is cold around me. Hoof beats drum in my ears.
I cannot block out the sound. The volume increases:
louder - louder;
they come from all sides.

Riders of the night.

They form a circle around me in the air.
Their eyeless gaze follows my movements as
I thrash about on my bed. While I twist, the sheets wrap
around my limbs and constrict me.

I cannot move.

Night Tremors.