Nightmare
The sound of screams,
the sight of blood,
the smell of sulfer and gasoline...
The warm tears,
the throbbing pain,
the sense of fear...
Then I awake
only to close my eyes once more
how much more can I take!?
Copyright © Monica Nealy | Year Posted 2013
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