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Things that go bump in the light

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I had that nightmare again.
The one where a spiderclaw loomed just dangerously out of reach of my body,
suddenly snapping down, inches from my skin.
It didn't have any hair, it was barbed wih thorns
rusted over with dried blood and crawling
infestations of demon-bugs adorned it.
And they loved animal prints? Stray thought...
Shifting layers, scales and colours--
all enough to entrance and hypnotize,
paralyze enough to
kill.
So it took up its' macabre dance.
A stab through the cheek,
embedding the equivalent of nations,
running through the veins until
the blood refused to trickle through the open wound--
preferring instead to thob
until each vessel spontaneously decided to explode
within itself, slowly sucking away
piece by piece till nothing is left.

I woke up and realised
it was just the city and my life.

I had that nightmare again.
The one where the air was a symphony of blades,
the cold would howl and you couldn't
even hear yourself think.
So loud that you didn't know
if your heart was even beating anymore.
If I ever heard abything else ever again,
it'd be too soon.
It would encompass every piece of me
sucking anything to suggest I was living --
my breath
my memorie
my thoughts
my sight
my heart.
It's a cruel fate when you're trapped
and you know you ought to be screaming for help
but you can't remember the names or faces of who you're screaming for.
All you know is they love you
but they will never hear you.

I woke up and realised
it was just my empty house at midnight.

I had that nightmare again.
The one where anything I touched or saw or breathed upon
burned helplessly before me.
I watched my surroundings explode into flames,
drowning me in an inferno.
My feet blazed trails in their steps.
I was going to burn.
People tried to help,
tried to douse the fire.
It got colder and colder with every drop of water they choked down my throat.
It probably wasn't water though,
because water doesn't burn
or escalate into a blaze hat could
just compete with the brilliance of a thousand suns.
The world was burning
and try as I might,
I'd never be able to save it.
Everything I loved
died.

I woke up and realised
it was just the ghosts of the people I'd left behind.

I had that nightmare again.
The one where everything hurt.
Every attempt at moving
would send signals into my brain
and I'd wallow in agony from the pain,
I would drown in tranquilizers
Anaesthesia
Metaphetamine
anything to swim back
to coherency,
to sanity.
Nothing worked.
My mind would flop
through conscious pain
and internal damnation.
Even the gentlest breath
of a tear drop
or the smallest ripple
of air
dancing through my lungs
would fling me back in delirium.

I woke up and realised
it was just the faith I once had.

In lies I find the darkest truths,
in dreams I see the reality:
we all walk amongst our nightmares.
No where is safe.
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