Night Terror

The air assaulted the bare
Skin, it struck deep wounds
Into the warmth. The cold chased
Away the safety, the happiness.
Goose bumps rose, hairs stood
To attention, the blood ran
A little faster and became
A little thinner. The last screams
Were drowned out by the quiet
Gasps of reality.

Nothing is more terrifying
Than seeing the hellish form
Of the future, especially not one
So grim.

So this is what they meant
By night terror.

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