There is a darkness,
A room.
Confined
Square.
Dark.
Black.
Just gloom hanging and imprisoning the air.
Suffocating the will in me.
Pushing the life out of me.
Killing me.

Figures of people...straight and tall and erect.
Long straight hair haunting the gloomy corners,
Filling the haunted gloom.

No escape.
Screams strangled within me.
Tongue choking me.
Sweat drowning me.
Bolt upright.
Awake amidst the nightmarish sleep.

A cry.
A shout.
An exposure

of sensitive, vulnerable me...

Heart racing
And the hot sweat now freezing my skin.
Peace struggling within.
The darkness of me.
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