DOUBLE HELIX GUILT

your bad dreams
a woodcarving
on your mattress

still and breathless
winking at the moon
afraid to let it bury you

like a murderer;
your bad dreams
kill

you scrub the fingerprints
entwined as you are
from this thing
which, in it's plunging,
has unclogged
that which tears
incomprehensibly
through the silence
beneath your skin