The prongs swept through my damp hair
As i plugged in the TV there was a light shock
and the blue flooded my room with a glare
I sank into the blankets
and into my head
I began to have a dream or so I perceived
Standing in front of a supermarket
In the hot sun
Waiting for my family to shop
I am watching the cars along the road, as my family's car speeds toward the interstate
Yellow lines moving beside me as i try and chase them
they never turned around
I wander down the sidewalk til i come to a small burgundy car
the windows are broken
I relax in the backseat for hours
until i pass out
I wake up and it is humid
the car is moving
Nobody is in the front seat
all of a sudden there is a steep drop and the car is pummeling down a hill into a forest of redwoods,
Crashed on the rocks
A man pulls me from the backseat
at first I feel a sense of comfort,
then his face shows, distorted, speaking ancient evil toungues
I try to grasp air and be free
next thing i remember I am awake.
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
The prongs swept through my damp hair
As i plugged in the TV there was a light shock
and the blue flooded my room with a glare
I sank into the blankets
and into my head
I began to have a dream or so I perceived
Standing in front of a supermarket
In the hot sun
Waiting for my family to shop
I am watching the cars along the road, as my family's car speeds toward the interstate
Yellow lines moving beside me as i try and chase them
they never turned around
I wander down the sidewalk til i come to a small burgundy car
the windows are broken
I relax in the backseat for hours
until i pass out
I wake up and it is humid
the car is moving
Nobody is in the front seat
all of a sudden there is a steep drop and the car is pummeling down a hill into a forest of redwoods,
Crashed on the rocks
A man pulls me from the backseat
at first I feel a sense of comfort,
then his face shows, distorted, speaking ancient evil toungues
I try to grasp air and be free
next thing i remember I am awake.
Series of poems based off of my nightmares of being kidnapped ever since i was 5
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