Here's today's poem:
Nightmares in a Dark Alley
The blades of the fan spin.
Gusts of air reach around my neck,
choking me like his five fingers.
The silence presses on me,
crushing me. My brain tries to move
my body but it lays paralyzed.
If I don’t move, if I lay under the blankets,
I can’t be hurt. No one can touch me.
But the silence, it is not calm.
The fan is loud, echoing in my ears.
Drafts encircling me, I can feel his breath
on my exposed skin. If I close
my eyes, his just glare at me in the darkness.
Gleaming with devilish desire.
I cannot escape him
until I am dead.
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