Nightmare
It is coming.
Terror courses through me.
I try to scream for help, but nothing comes out.
Pure terror mode
Not able to do anything at all.
No longer in control of my mouth.
I can sense it coming closer.
I try to scream a second time.
Then WHOMP!
An unknown object lands on my chest.
I wake up
My heart beating faster.
I know it is here now.
I shut my eyes
Waiting for the pain.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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