there is a darkness

poem by Anonymous

There is a darkness
and choking.

Last night
my body contorted,
twisted toward the ceiling.

broken limbs
and hidden hands.

and the line
between nightmare and reality
took the form of
dusted into it’s surroundings;

and a pinch to the skin
felt dull and cold

on my cracked skin.


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