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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #2202658
Based on a repeating nightmare. Backdated 10/15/18
Running through a maze of halls
Every corner turned your face appears
Desperately trying to escape your grip
Yet my mind seems to volunteer.

Just from reach of your fingertips
Out of breath, I circle round,
"I'm sorry" consumes the air around me
Inevitably I am dead-end bound.

And so I find myself trapped
Your breath searing the back of my ears
Nails scraping these walls to getaway
This darkness consuming me for years.

Hips aching to forget your touch
In your stench, I will surely drown
Memories make life worth ending
A request for relief that's too profound.
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