nightmare
By donnamarie
I saw his face - sunken and drawn. I saw the machines - cold and silent. I saw the bones - frail and hollow. (like his eyes) I saw him quiver. I saw him glare. I saw him hate. I stared - numb and alone - alone and afraid - afraid of freedom - afraid of reality He shot up and grabbed my weak and shivering arm -like the last time I saw him 8 months ago. A last attempt for control. A last struggle to kill. His death or resurrection? Which nightmare shall I live?he will always haunt me - dead or alive... Written March 13th, 2002 © on Mar 13 2002 07:13 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"I saw his face..."