Two nightmares in a row, in the first you were bare for everyone except me, in the later you carrying someone elses future, you were in both of them and I was watching you slip away in different ways. In both you were farther than me than you are now.

   Why would I dream that? Why would those images haunt me so? The rest of my hours awake I killed myself with images of the violence I believed I deserved, of the submission I thought I was entitled to, yet I could only just watch and see my nightmares fade away...

   ...and remain in writing.
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