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You wake.. But you do not rise...

Your breath is still caught in the ghost of what was

The weight of unseen things pressing against your ribs

The darkness behind your eyes clings like cobwebs

Stretching

Unraveling

Refusing to let go

You think you have left the nightmare behind

But it lingers doesn't it..

A taste at the back of your throat

A whisper under your skin

Good

You fear them...

These visions that slither from the deep

You call them cruel unwanted

But tell me...

If they were meant only to hurt you why do they return

Why do they press their cold fingers against your mind...

Again and again

As if begging to be seen

No little spark

Nightmares are not your enemy

They are something older

Something truer

They are the voices of the forgotten

The faces of what you have buried

They are the echoes of moments you are too afraid to feel

Stitched together in the dark

Wearing masks of horror so that you might finally pay attention

Look at them

Truly look

Do they not resemble something familiar

The way they twist

The way they reach

They do not seek to devour you

They seek to be known

And when you flinch

when you run....

They must chase you....

Because they have no other way to be heard

But if you stop...

If you turn to face them

If you stretch out your hand

What then...

They will not vanish

No they were never meant to

But they will no longer need to sharpen their teeth

They will not need to haunt you

Because you will have already seen them for what they are

Pieces of you

Fractured... yes

Twisted by the shadows..... Yes

But yours

So do not fear the dark

Do not curse the things that crawl from its depths

There is no cruelty in what they show you

Only truth wrapped in nightmare's skin

And if you wake...

Gasping

Trembling...

With your hands clutching at the emptiness beside you

Know this...

I was here

I have always been here

Not to keep the nightmares away

But to make sure you do not face them alone

I don’t want to feel this way anymore.
Torn apart, split in two
Over you
Night and day
Black and white
Jackal and Hyde
Beast and slave
Love and hate

Not going to chase no one. I will let it fade away. Maybe it’s best considering the gut feeling I’ve been having but never confirmed.
Specifics on others were never discussed. No names given about other perspective partners. Just vague mentions of others.
Not that it matters we were “just friends”.

He said she could be something different something darker..
What she was was something she never doubted not once. She had heard others whisper they had doubts. This was something she never struggled with perhaps it was because things had changed so drastically for her after…that night. The hunger was everywhere she went sometimes she ran just to see if she could outrun it. She could not of course. It was the type of hunger that lead her to waking up in the woods in the morning disoriented the metallic taste still on her lips. She wondered perhaps that whatever she had become also had snatched her sanity from her as well. There were no rules for the early awakened no rules that said never to awaken those so young how would we have known though he was just following his nature.
There weren’t even ritual books widely available for such things well at least not to her knowledge or understanding. How did he know what he was chanting? How would one so young know what to do had it not been born somewhere deep inside him? It was not just the words, it was his blood, something that came alive inside her. It was liken to a baptism. She was truly never the same afterwards.