Screams


A cold sweat,
A sharp feeling,
A scream,
One that I awaken to.
It is dark,
The dead of night.

The pain,
Scorching,
Bleeding,
All through my body.
Pleading,
Begging,
Crying.
None of it helps.

The scream,
There it is again.
And my eyes open.
The light pours in,
The curtains wide.

My throat is sore.
The screams,
They belong to me.

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