haunted

i can’t sleep ,

i keep having these dreams.

ropes

fire

heights

holes

rape

lies

emptiness

torture..

twisted games

where my mind

no longer works,

labyrinths of mazes

so frighteningly real

that i wake up

parched

from running.

they’re so vivid

and violent

and coercively

all consuming,

that i can’t

get out of them.

so i wake,

into this.

and i know why

it’s so damn scary there.

it’s just

a

vaulted mirror.

that’s all.

so i lay in sweat

and pray

for reprieve.

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