I bolt upright in bed, awaken in the middle of a nightmare

The coldness is spine chilling, the dampness leaks down the walls

This nightmare is a reality at this point and time, I’m fixated

Viewing flashbacks of pain, tormenting my gazing eyes

Feeling my heart violently break, smelling the blood

Along with tasting it, in my gaping mouth

Being forced to watch want I don’t want to see

A  crumbled bridge and rumble of rocks

Please don’t open Pandora’s box

6:52 PM

Vera Jackson © 2013

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