When Things Get Dicey

The unimaginable is taking dramatic form.
  In my sleep, it splashes the canvas with fears
  that I will not allow to emerge in the light of day.

Startling, devastating and true are the images.
  Ancient heartaches, roused by the scent of fear,
  recast themselves as demons, claws set for the kill.

I awake in a fright, the unimaginable fused to
  my eyes so that wherever I look, there it looms.
  I am free-falling...headlong...into the unimaginable.