Source. (Tumblr: The Nightmare(2015)) A natural double entendres of the mental struggles with escaping sleep paralysis & a narcissist
The residuals still haunt me
The pain trickles down
I try to escape, you see
Paraplegic I am,
No movement...
Weighted...
The more I move, the more I’m pulled in,
Like quicksand...
Mentally here
But body there
His presence isn’t near
But I still feel the damage of his sear
As he lurks in the shadows,
The darkness arose
Like a thief in the night...
He pose... calculated, militant with every move
Like a vacuum, sucking the air out of me
As grasp my neck, I can barely breathe
Smothering in the smoldering heat of the sheets
Confined
Anxiety settling
Rapid heartbeat...
Suddenly a release
Awakened, no eyes of the beast
I realize I’m back in control
Breathe inside of me
Movement in my feet
& peace is no thing he stole
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