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antifiktion
antifiktion
Wide awake in a room swallowed by darkness, my body is cloaked with the haunting grasps of a memory. A recognition of a bruise, though the damage is spectral, the revival of the thought hurts my corporal vessel. Causing apparitions of a dark figure, slowly emerging to my body. trying to hold me as it envelops its ghastly form. It whispers words that took long to forget, blurring my mind as images conspire around me, rebirthed in the flames in which i burned them to death. Slowly, i weaken until i am fully constricted, giving in to the thought, to the figure, to the memory. Falling asleep. Tt trying to st ay awak e   but i  d rath errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr fall asleep             t haan to be haunted   for  theeeerest of the nig h  t                                     .
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Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 8:25 AM UTC
Haunting