they sound like long nails scratching a chalk bored.
they feel like ice cubes glued to your back.
they smell of melting plastic.
they taste like your lucky brand perfume.
so violently vivid, false fantasies awake you.
terrified, with eyes wide open.
you search for the light.
reach out for reality.
hands shaking, hyperventilating.
black.
the beautiful dreadful black.
images scream sickening.
overwhelming hurt.
yet you can't look away.
vision blurred.
alarm clock blaring.
another day.
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