Chapter 98: I Hope, I Can Dream, In the Afterlife…

Posted: 2019-12-08 in ...блять!, ©SvetkaSamizdat, Мигрень, Мысли на день, Мысли на ночь, Роман?, Страдание

Fetal Position 1

Awake, I feel the pain, an illness, a vileness inside, it’s all-consuming.

My sole coherent speech is to beseech Jesus. …

My head spins, internal, diabolical swim.

I seek a dark space, a semblance of sensory peace,

before my soul completely dissolves. …

I hold my breath and shut my eyes.

… My only escape: tomorrow.

I hope,

I can dream…

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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