Monsters

I dreamed that I was in the bathroom of my childhood years,
beautiful old porcelain sink atop that dark base where we stored things;
maybe cotton balls?

A snail suddenly appeared,
large and shrinking the edge of that sink like the fantastic perspective in Medieval paintings.
Frightened, I doused it with Lysol, and it was gone,
though quickly reappeared.
I though that it might have been the same one (perhaps it had only changed location),
but then there were definitely two, now doubled in size!

Panicked, I struck and threw a couple of lit matches at them,
thinking that the Lysol would ignite, which it did,
and they burned away, seemingly human.

I believe they screamed, but it may have been my own voice reacting to the violence.