As I reach out to meet his kiss, my lips caress the rancid mouth of a decaying corpse. nachtmahr Heart-jarred and lucid, I stumble through sleep’s gateway. mora, mara, mahr Eyes forced open. Pinioned to my bed, I lie, terror-frozen. ag rog, subida del muerto It sits, invisible, the weight of death upon my chest. … Continue reading Hag-ridden