Dream Home

when you wake up and are still dreaming

i am left with two hands walking
legs weren’t enough for the king of cats

who lured me out of a dreamscape nap
my scarred and scary lioness escaped
my stomach kennel ache untamed
and ate your stomach out instead

she found a whole new home in death
in depth within a terror filled moan
and grinned ringed teeth of towered bone

children waving out the windows

clotheslined linens billow westwards

these are just a frame of reference
guiding her back home