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Sleep calls, its siren song sounds filling synapses with treacle toxin sluggishly eyes falter, breath deepens. Reality falls away. Anxiety ascends to its throne, taking charge, parading crystalline hate in celluloid reels, images encrusted spattered and damaged. Fists start to clench, pounding pillows, trying to free those innocents, away from the nightmarish thugs vapours in the mind. Foot kicks and kicks once more, as fist finally hits something hard knuckles leaving ****** imprints on the floor. Another night awake, scared of sleep. Crimson dripping awaiting to be stemmed.
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May 18, 2025
May 18, 2025 at 2:16 PM UTC
Night Terrors
Sleep calls, its siren song sounds filling synapses with treacle toxin sluggishly eyes falter, breath deepens. Reality falls away. Anxiety ascends to its throne, taking charge, parading crystalline hate in celluloid reels, images encrusted spattered and damaged. Fists start to clench, pounding pillows, trying to free those innocents, away from the nightmarish thugs vapours in the mind. Foot kicks and kicks once more, as fist finally hits something hard knuckles leaving ****** imprints on the floor. Another night awake, scared of sleep. Crimson dripping awaiting to be stemmed.
I suffer from cPTSD and have regularly episodes of night terror. I think this covers what I and others go through.
#mental#health
DaveAshley
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DaveAshley
53/M/Leeds
May 18, 2025
May 18, 2025 at 2:16 PM UTC
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