Ryan Quinn Flanagan

the blood
pressure medication
the night terrors
were always there
and I would
wake up oil tanker slick
having sweat yellow
through the mattress
all the way to the
box spring
with a relived fear
more real than any
moment you have
ever spent awake
and the way I would
curl up and tremble
as though I were
the drummer in a
jazz band
who could not stay
still even though
I wanted to
as the black mass
in the corner
held more terror
then 10 000 lived streamed
beheadings with a
and half a dozen drums
of fuel so the carnage
never ran out.