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black against the orange light
Wind with violence, rain with absence.
The sheets held no such emotion.
The caffeine in her bloodstream, the ambient vibrations from the stereo offered no solace from the colorless cataract of sleep.
Skeletons would have been better.
Empty sockets where there should have been lovely eyes staring back at her and gnawed ankle bones. Anything would have been better than what she had seen, stitched up and stuffed. Like dolls upon a shelf collecting dust, awaiting his next move. Posed and desecrated.
Men with no faces came at her, dragged her down so her bones cracked on the hardwood floor. Felt her last breath when their hands crowded her, felt her blood bubble and overflow when their knives cut her.
She bolted upright.
Everything’s going to be alright. Everything’s-
It was just a dream. One she had had many times before and yet it still felt real to her. She fought every time, harder than before as if it were a game and if she won it would be over, it would all be over and she would be safe.
Wind with violence, rain with absence.
The sheets held no such emotion.
The caffeine in her bloodstream, the ambient vibrations from the stereo offered no solace from the colorless cataract of sleep.
Skeletons would have been better.
Empty sockets where there should have been lovely eyes staring back at her and gnawed ankle bones. Anything would have been better than what she had seen, stitched up and stuffed. Like dolls upon a shelf collecting dust, awaiting his next move. Posed and desecrated.
Men with no faces came at her, dragged her down so her bones cracked on the hardwood floor. Felt her last breath when their hands crowded her, felt her blood bubble and overflow when their knives cut her.
She bolted upright.
Everything’s going to be alright. Everything’s-
It was just a dream. One she had had many times before and yet it still felt real to her. She fought every time, harder than before as if it were a game and if she won it would be over, it would all be over and she would be safe.