Strangle struggle

Saturday, October 19th, 2013
Narration of a #Nightmare

I watch him,
Coming towards me through the crowd,
Looking intensely as if he can see through me,
Seeing my deepest thoughts and unspoken fears.
His hands reaches for me,
His body drawn closer to mine.
I can feel his breath against my jaw.
I can smell a strong, odd pepper smell.
His hand wraps around my throat,
And already I'm chocking,
Searching for air,
My hands sweating,
My eyes watering.
Now I'm only smoke.
And I wake up.


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