The cold, canned fake margarita
Is calling real strong tonight.
Maybe a painting?
Maybe a poem?
I landed here tonight.
Last night I chased a dark shade.
My shadow self
Through a maze of
Cracked ancient corridors.
I was on a mission.
Indigo-black bat wings.
A forked snake tongue and
Slotted serpent eyes..
It shrieked when i cornered it.
I hacked it to shreds.
It's guts splashed the walls.
My sword grew too heavy.
It shriveled.
Disappeared.
I KNOW what it was.
What I hunted down and killed.
I would tell you but
I have to keep a g-rating.
Suffice it to say
A memory of
An abomination of deeds.
I woke up. Drained.
Strange to know then
Something inside..
Doesn't hurt anymore.
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Loved your dream, lady. I read it twice. Sometimes, having "too much to dream," can stir creativity? Write on..... 
