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Sleep Paralysis
Red digits glare at me 3:39 in the morning I can’t feel my legs My arms I can’t move My chest is a compressed spring, tight It is hard to breathe My door creaks open No Footsteps on the wooden floors of my bedroom No,not tonight. Please not tonight. Terror fills my chest as the intruder enters my bed, sliding beneath My blanket as if it was their own. This is evil. I can feel it. This isn't real! Skeletal arm around me They are ice cold and I can’t scream Don’t touch me Don’t touch me Don’t touch me Don’t touch me Go away please I want to scream, To move To run Run away! But I cannot move as icy breath caresses the back of my neck Their lips are dry and they are skin and bone There is no warmth and I feel hollow As the kiss is planted behind my ear “Not today. You aren’t ready today. “ He. His voice is raspy, as hollow as he feels as he presses himself against my back His ribs rub against me as he leaves, moving a hair away from my face. I do not know his face I do not want to know his face What was that? My door is shut and I try to move but still find it futile to move I scream myself awake For the fourth time this week
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