Thursday, February 23, 2006

The Beginning of March

Numbers roll across my mind loud as thunder
Red lightning streaks the sky
Spreads and smears a crimson shadow
One eye stares, seeking? Searching?
Fear grips my insides, constricts, squeezes,
I can’t breathe,
Loosens only to let me gasp in pain,
Pierces my lungs, stabs sharp,
Open my eyes,
The dream is gone but the pain is real.


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