I am Your Nightmare

Bri Laws

I am… the dream of terror that leaves you screaming in the dead of night

the cold sweat that glues your wet clothes to your small shivering body

the viscous doubt that seems to pull you deeper and deeper down

the creature with eight legs that gently traces your sleeping form

the visions you see in the dark corners of your endless room

the heart wrenching loneliness that seems to last an eternity

the slightly ajar closet door you wish you could just nail shut

the emptiness in the corner that your pets growl and hiss at

the dryness in your mouth that chafes your swollen tongue

the scentless gas that can assassinate you without a trace

the drowning feeling as the dread fills your straining lungs

the sleep deprivation as you fall into a cycle of insomnia

the flames of hell that flicker with every sin you commit

the small sounds your frightened ears pick up all night

the false hope that plagues you every day, every hour

the empty promises that haunt you with endless guilt

the tallest building your brain urges you to leap from

the fly on the wall that knows your every little secret

the nausea deep in your gut that won't go away

the shortness of breath you feel when I'm near

the creature in the water you can feel, not see

the impending failure you are destined to face

the darting of your anxious, bloodshot eyes

the foaming maw of a rabid canine

the loss of a loved one

the loss of yourself

the loss of humanity

the loss of everything

the loss of all

All you see

All but me

I… am your Nightmare

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