My all dreams are stuffed and crowded with monster

both human and animal all with the light of cruelty in their eyes,

all with sublime and inescapable power,

all who smile wanly and dismissively as I rage, rage, rage with all my will against them. 

My all dreams are swarming with monster who take far too long to die.

I stab and stab again,

I want to smite but lack the stomach for it- I miss every throbbing artery,

every bundle of nerves that would end this

I stab and slice and crush and the ghost succumbs,

slowly, so slowly. As the end nears the blood washes the ground,

coats my hands, sprays my face and body,

and there is a sudden fear in the beast’s eyes,

a humanness that chills my heart,

and I tearfully wail my sorrow and my hatred as I plunge forward for the final stroke.