she woke up seeing sirens,
her spirit cramped and moist and
crawling like ants
flat across a sticky weathered floor, the
heat sickness of a summer night’s
shivery poison leaving sweat tracks
on citrus-scented skin: blood
oranges and melted amber in
a single, wax-draped dream.
the tenth muse 
great poem and i LOVE the new site design!
thanks! (on both counts) 🙂
–jsl
Waking up to night noises, very nice imagery.
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I love this piece.. you have a great talent in capturing emotions..
I nominate you for lovely blog award 🙂
Wow.. this was so very done!
The first time I read, I saw the picture of a candle 🙂
Then, reading again, a murder scene
Then, again, and now it was someone frantically raving after waking up from a hot nightmare!
Lovely imagery! Makes one imagine so much! And I loved that aspect of this poem!