Sweat drips from every inch of my body
The blankets are tangled around me
Indents have formed from them
Soon,
A gut feeling emerges
It runs deep and cuts cold like a frozen night
I did not sleep peacefully last night
Demons invaded
And now,
They screech to come back.
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Author:
Anna Colette (
Offline) - Published: December 6th, 2021 07:38
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Comments1
Remember what they say about dream daemons just turn your back on them and steal their power. Very powerfully penned piece great imagery
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