No matter how hard I try, I can not move fast enough.
I feel as though I'm moving through a viscous substance
and my body is betraying me.
He gains on me, this faceless man.
My heart pounds in my throat, my chest aches for air.
I am unable to scream because I have been silenced by
unimaginable fear.
The knife plunges between my shoulder blades with
searing force. I feel my life flow down my back in a
warm rush.
I have surrendered to the knowledge that it is over and
now I know what it feels like to be prey in a predators mouth.
Thankfully I fade into a gentle numbness...
I am startled awake, unable to wrap my fourteen year-old mind
around such a dream.
I had that same recurring dream when I was age 10-13.
ReplyDeleteIt was frankenstein that was after me and I was running uphill in the rain and he kept stabbing me in the back and I could not get away.