At first it seemed to be a dream;
a blinding eye coiffed in black.
My first thought: they’re back.
Stalked peer of metallic goon
is more than holo in my sleep
as a scream begins to creep up
the back of my paralyzed throat.
This is my second offering for Bjorn’s prompt word for dVerse Quadrille Monday. It’s based on a dream “flash” I had awhile back. The image is my attempt to show what it looked like. The center of it was as bright as the sun and couldn’t be looked into.