April prompt # 19
A NIGHTMARE SPECIFIC TO YOUR DARKEST FEAR
It’s bad enough falling, or being chased.
We’ve all come to the test unprepared
or had to read naked before a mocking crowd.
But the worst thing is the stairs.
They slide away, twisting.
The treads are broken, uneven.
They hang above an abyss.
Fire, a river in flood.
A dragon flying overhead,
a lion behind, loping easy
up and down and across.
But I must get to the open door
shining above. If I could only
get through, and I do, and it closes
behind me and before me dragons,
lions, and endless stairs