a bitter dream

when I woke up this morning I rose with an unpleasant feeling the shards of last night's dream pierced my skin and cut my soul strange hands grasped my neck choking sweet feelings and filling them with horror the memories of the past loomed over feelings I thought I had forgotten, resurfaced when I woke up this morning my breaths unsteady and my face stained with tears I feared for my next dream

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