The nightmare Part
Pressing blackness…
Heavy
Sickly
I’m buried alive, I dig and claw to climb out.
I can’t breathe, my stomach is burning. I climb. I’m sinning…dying…climbing.
I grab at… the dirt’s… arms? Not dirt…body’s
My life’s a sin
I climb out of an ocean
of body and plastic cups
I need to find him…
I see…mom? Can I call
you mom?
I see…dad? You’re not
my dad, a dad wouldn’t…
I find him…god…god please
forgive me.
god is laying on top
of a pile of dead bodies and plastic cup. His eyes are looking out in horror.
I walk forward. “There
seems…” the body of god whispers. “To be a sinner amongst us” the body of god
looks at me “What did you do?” he says.
I look out at the ocean of bodies and in my
hands is a sword. All of the bodies are cut…
Sliced
The blood pools out
like bubbling oil, raceing to find me…
Screaming…..
Screaming…..
Awake
I’m
sweating, my clothes are drenched. My breath is panicked. My heart is racing. And
everything hurts.
I’m a sinner
I reach for
my gun, my oracle, place the barrel on my temple, again, and ask it if I should
live.
Click!
I reach for
the small bag of pills,
Once they
kick in I’ll fall into the warm embrace of forgetfulness…
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