Nightmares
#57
December
6,
2000
They
come
for
me;
Black
broken
bones
that
are
pushed
into
my
skin
just
past
contortion.
In
the
Sunrise
I
wake,
to
the
feeling
of
terror
and
emotional
death;
twisting
metal
in
my
cunt
as
I
watch
you
lick
the
blood
from
the
blade