Fever Dream

I awoke at 2 AM.

A nail had been  driven into my heart and it throbbed  until I could  hear the sound of my own blood 

flow.

I was drenched with sweat.

Fight or Flight.

Stress lingered in my head,  my neck,

my subconscious. 

Something is there

in the room

hiding between shadows and sleep.

No matter how much I try,

I can never remember fever dreams.

And yet,

I can never forget them, either.