The Stuff of Nightmares

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Sometimes
I dream.

I dream
of ruining
those that I despise

Of carving
into flesh,
past skin,
ripping,
twisting

I dream
of forced submission
breathless pleas
tortured howls

Of burning meat,
scorching,
scrambling fingers.

I dream
of broken bones
bowed bodies
whispered screams

Of uncontrollable sobs,
whimpers,
cries.

Sometimes
I dream

I dream of things
that may only stay in dreams

I dream of things
that should not be dreamed.

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