dark slumber

dreams of my own, overwhelmed with the blood and guts of another. a loved one, closest to my heart, not as I recall. an unspoken discomfort, assaulted my subconscious senses. despite the deepest slumber in days, and perhaps this was why. my body, immersed in a weary state of both fatigue, and emotional despair. flailing my arms, amongst other loose limbs in frustration. a temporal state of steeping impatience, for what was con-currently running it’s course. my dark dreams, leaped at this chance in this unforgiving attack. unconcerned with it’s consequence, or effect on my being.


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