Relief

I let out a breath
With blood in my lungs,
Sugary and metallic,
But this dream was not one
Any close to being done.

I opened my eyes to even more dark
As stark asphyxiation
Became an indication of impending doom,
Making an animal from a deflating balloon.

So there I was,
As sad clown with smeared make-up
Trying to find what I was made of,
Shoving my tricks too far up his sleeve,
So far until I could no longer breathe.
And I lied on his back.
As a panic attack ensued.
But then,
The stage glow lit up the entire room
And never too soon... on with the show!

And what came out from the sack,
You would never have guessed,
When I unraveled the deadweight
That lay on my chest...

Who would ever keep cats in a bag in the first place?