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NAL Jan 22
It was so long ago, but as soon as the dreams
or flashbacks enter; it's her reality once again.
Dropping to the floor, she begins to cry silently
at first...until she begins to scream at the walls again.
Huddled against the bath floor, she no longer felt
the comfort or protection of the hot air nor the
warm water that beaded her body behind the curtain.
Crawling into the fetal position in her bed, she covers both
palms against her mouth as she cries and screams silently.
His hands are back under her waistband; caressing her skin
with his rough hands. She begins to shake as she feels his
breathing on her neck as if she was there in bed with him again.
The shower is no longer comforting but reminds her how
vulnerable she is. As she curses and pleas for whys and hows;
another flashback hits her. The pool is where he grabbed her,
touching her mound and even thrusting himself against her;
but she can't do anything; she's still. Thrashing in her bed,
she struggles to contain the sobs that emit as she sits up in her bed.
Next, she's in the classroom where who she thought was her friend
slipped a hand down her shorts in the darkroom, but she pushes him
back and tears slip out of her eyes as she moves away from him.
As she stands in her towel staring at her bloodshot eyes in the mirror,
she almost snarls at herself; "But you let it happen; it's your fault."
As if her reflection was another person, she breaks into fits of cries again,
"I didn't want it and they did an-"
She opens her eyes to wake up to her room; alone.
She didn't feel anything but disgust as she got up, heading
straight to the bathroom for another shower.
As she starts it and begins to strip, she stares at herself in the mirror,
frowning in disgust at her body that people seemed to want to take
advantage of; even when she wasn't of age. She was barely even a woman.
As she climbs into the shower, she sits in the floor with her face
in her hands with the question that she's been asking since she was barely eleven: Why? Why? Why?! Why?! Why! Why Me!
Night terrors and a small form of PTSD plagues her life of male hands that have grabbed her
Naomi Jun 2020
DRC
I look around and
see Death
I look around and
see everything I cherish being crushed
I look around and
see my dreams come alive
Tangerine May 2020
๐’ฎ๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐‘œ๐“€๐‘’ ๐“Š๐“… ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐’น๐’ถ๐“‡๐“€๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“ˆ.
๐ธ๐“Ž๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐’น๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐“…๐‘’๐“ƒ,
๐’ฐ๐“ƒ๐“ˆ๐‘’๐‘’๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”.

๐’ฎ๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐‘œ๐“€๐‘’ ๐“Š๐“… ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐‘’.
๐‘€๐‘œ๐“Š๐“‰๐’ฝ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐’น๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐“…๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐’ถ ๐“ˆ๐’ธ๐“‡๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‚,
๐’ฐ๐“ƒ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡๐’น.

๐’ฎ๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‰๐“‡๐‘’๐“‚๐’ท๐“๐‘’๐’น ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“ˆ๐“†๐“Š๐’พ๐“‡๐“‚๐‘’๐’น.
๐’ฏ๐“‡๐’พ๐‘’๐’น ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“‚๐‘œ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡ ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐‘œ๐‘œ๐“…๐‘’๐“‡๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐“๐’พ๐“‚๐’ท๐“ˆ,
๐น๐’ถ๐’พ๐“๐‘’๐’น.

๐น๐“‡๐‘œ๐“๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ป๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡,
๐’Ÿ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“…๐“ˆ ๐’ถ ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐“๐‘’ ๐“‰๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡.
undermyfeet Mar 2020
Night terrors
A flash of  light in the mirror
Night terrors
Is it too late to turn on the lights

I'm scared and I know it
The shape outside the window
Knows it

Could it be,
Could it be
real?
Michael Solc Jul 2014
I can feel
her absence,
like swallowing
a cold
knife.ย 

The bladeย 
slices slowly,
deeper
with each
heartbeat.ย ย 
Tastingย 
sorrow
like copper.ย 

A cold
steel shard
that rests
against
my heart.ย 

But will it cut?
Can you still bleed?
Do you love?
it feels like i'm stuck in
a never ending
night terror.

it's on loop and
won't stop
going and
going and
going and
going and
going and
going.

this is my cry for someone-
anyone to help me escape.
i can't handle it anymore...
Should I bring a rรฉsumรฉย ย of my dreams
to the publishing company on West 38th?

An abstraction of when my teeth
crumble like pastels, or summaries of my
vocal cords seeking air through a taut fabric.
Iโ€™ve achieved piercing silence in a room of white noise.

I have an impressive inventory of witnessing infidelity.
once, we were both in between romantic partners.
I was awakened by the taste of copper
from biting the inside of my cheek.
It looked worthy of an aged Merlot.

My most admirable skill is prediction.
I can sense a mass shooting or the expiring heart of a loved one.
but I usually float like an island over the scene
because my biggest weakness is lacking density.
Sienna Dec 2018
Adrenaline pumping into my heart
False hallucinations in the dark
Dread and haunt fills the air
What is that over there?
Half asleep, I can't stay awake
My eyes should've for my sake
My dreams take me by the hand
And throw me into a horrific land
The fear built on possibilities
And instilled in realities
Sleep paralysis joins in too
I'd rather be sleep deprived completely, wouldn't you?
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