Lucid

The shivers rose from the deepest folds of my skin
He said it was the ghost of my past and promised to make it go
The man inside my head laughed his head off
Since then, I’ve never seen his head clearly except for a blur in its place
Mother said a prayer to make the ‘things’ go away
While it was just a premonition of what my life was to be
The coarse voice screeched in my left ear & all I could do was pray for death
No, mother; prayers never come true, death never arrived
Instead, my battered chest swallowed the weight of the air until the voices stopped
The next afternoon there was a bony hand clutching at my throat,
I opened my eyes to the sunlight pouring in through the purple curtains of my room
There was still the stench of sleeplessness hovering about the air
I reached out to the man once more, when there was still some lost hope left
He told me to kill all of it
I did

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