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it takes all my strength not to dig you up from the ground in which you lay  

August 24, 2011

The night terrors are back. The same, one after another. I speed down a dark wooded road and bodies hang like Christmas ornaments from the trees by their necks. The pale, icey eyes violently strip away all that I am. No matter how far or how quickly I drive I cannot escape them. I wake in the night crying out for anyone. It is eerie. The room feels invaded by the souls of each body. A thick, ravaging warmth falls over me, slicking my skin and melting my vision. I lie in bed, feeling no different from them.