Decisions
- anxieteapoetry
- Oct 22, 2020
- 1 min read
Waking up with a scream , it was only a dream. The creature of my past is looking at me. As I lay still trying to get some slumber , he counts down slowly from ten. Knowing something might go wrong i decided that I should think about everything good about my life. There I lay in my crib , trying to grab the air as if something was actually there. Like a burning sensation , the creature Claws my skin. I'm dying , am I not. I slowly get adjusted to the darkness as i am laying in my death bed. I can't project any emotions. I can't forgive her , she's been a pain to me.

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