Nightmares

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The blackness starts to creep in. It surrounds me, in an unpenetrable veil. And then, the nightmares come.

Slithering, crawling, oozing.

Snarling, hissing, drooling. 

They creep into my thoughts.

They suck away good dreams.

They fill my mind 

with unpleasant things.

I scream. I toss. I turn. I do not wake. They hold on, and all my good thoughts they take.

Hours pass.

The torture, it seems, wants to continue.

And that is all

it really  wants to do.

I twist. I clench. I curl. I moan. But no matter what, they do not leave me alone.

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