Last night I had a dream your veins wrapped around my throat. Tightening with each word I whimpered through pursed lips. I couldn’t see your face but I knew it was you and everywhere your disgusting hands touched left bubbled burned skin it’s it wake. I tried to close my eyes, count to ten, wake myself up. But it just restarted the sick night mare over and over and soon I found myself laying in bed covered in my own tears and sweat, seconds from hurling the empty contents of my stomach all over the floor.
I don’t know how many more of these nights I can handle.