Breathe
My limbs move on their own
they feel as if they are on auto pilot
I know not where I am headed
as long as it is away from here.
My eyes are closed, yet they are open
I need not use vision to see the happenings across the hallway
The images dance around my brain
haunting my childhood innocence.
I run and run and run,
until I can no longer breathe
this is my escape from reality
this is what it takes to silence the screams.
Out of the darkness a figure lights up the sky
I am lifted into the stars
my legs can no longer run
I can hear the thud of my heartbeat once more.
The noises become mute
my eyelids no longer heavy
I am awoken from this nightmare
I can breathe again.
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