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August 7th, 2009

Bad Mornings

Posted by revolverroach at 11:06 AM on August 7, 2009 in Chattering.

Two weeks. One dream. Over and over and over...

 

I crash through the wood, hot on the trail of my prey.

Lungs burning. Heart bursting.

Branches rake against my skin as I cut through.

Skin burning. Heart bursting.

So fast. So far. Always so, so very far.

Anger burning. Heart bursting.

They killed my baby. The bastards killed my baby girl.

Heart bursting. Heart bursting.

They killed my baby.

 

I want to sleep.

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joycie
Comment posted on October 27th, 2009 at 09:24 PM
scary. the type that leaves tears on your pillows.
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