(Anyone that has ever read my old paper version of my zine will know I have prob had a few things called this. I have very very vivid dreams and more often than not they are not pleasant. Sometimes they haunt my thoughts and it feels good to get them out. :) )
He laughs, cackles, eyes wide,
A scary sound; so loud and piercing,
Of evil, pain and all it promises.
Face shape, angular, red and furious.
Screaming a language I don’t understand.
Barking at me, spittle landing on my face.
I try to run, to get away.
He reaches out a claw like hand, red and raw.
Grabs my wrist so tight it hurts,
Throbs,
I still feel it when I wake.
