that tight canvas jacket,
they took it off… thank god!
looking over my shoulder…
whoosh….
door slammed with a muffled sound
the walls; the walls are padded!
near the ceiling there’s a small window
a friendly beam of light bridges to the floor
if I reach, I can touch it
the light fades… dismal, grey
sleep… sleep…
“mom? mom? mom? mom? mommy??”
my eyes open…
smile
my friendly light beam
silence, lonely...
tic, tic, tic, tic, tic, tic…
the light fades… dismal, grey
sleep… sleep…
“I am deep within you and coming closer”
“nowhere to run”
“closer, closer, closer, closer, closer”
my eyes jump open!
my friendly beam of light bridges to the floor
ninety two scratches on the wall



I can fix that 





Powerful piece and thanks for sharing










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