Shadow Or Just Another Dream?

I shut my eyes and saw the face of a man

With pockmarks of dried pimples

And he had no grin,

Except how his lips loosely hung as bent

And sucked blood from my belly.

No!

I opened my eyes tight wide

And he was gone.

Just the plain white ceiling now,

I exhale,

With the phosphorus stars and the solemn fan.

This time, I could sleep once again, I assured myself.

His eyes were as red as his tongue,

Hanging like butchered tomatoes.

And.. and he gripped my breasts,

Pushed his pokey nose in-

I try to cry.

But I can't.

I couldn't breathe anymore!

I held his curls and forced warmth through my palm

Letting it rot over his poison skin

As I kissed his forehead.

My lips burnt dry in his filth

But I breathed. I breathed. I tried.

I couldn't open my eyes,

Couldn't move my hands,

Choked-

Paralyzed to the arms of the demon,

I tried to scream

Out of the terrace, floors away from home.

I tried to scream out of my sleep

But I was hushed,

Biting into the cotton handkerchief,

Shut.

This is just a bad dream.

This is just a bad dream!

But then I opened my eyes

And saw the fluorescent stars again!

I breathed in.

I freed my arms from the grip of this sleep

And the white walls by my bed,

Peace tinkling like Christmas bells,

Sunshine again,

And.. but, wait.

Wait.

Is that a shadow standing there?