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I can feel it rise to my throat

I want to scream

I want to get it out that I am sick

I am so sick that I cannot feel myself think

there is someone else inside me

I see what she sees

I hear what she hears.

there is red everywhere,

"come see what I did..."

I don't know where I am

"look at what I did...."

I reach for the door

"I killed the bastard..."

but there is no way out

"the red...everywhere..."

then I scratch myself awake,

asking him what happened,

he says its okay

it was only a dream......