Breathy Nightmares

Like elixir to cure tumbling nightmares the lock, rusted, holds. It holds knitted erstwhile i deeply doze; dreadfully doze for fear of of the wall breaking, susurrous sounds escaping.
As murmours melt the sempiternal screen that divides you and me a slip of the ear sets curiosities free. As mellifluous shouts unravel the tight knit i wake. and step through. I look down to my feet which are icy blue, bare and cold rippling the thin cradles of words beneath them. As my eyes dance up and around i see you. A figure to rescue me from scating cuts.