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Nightmare

By , Monroe, IA
Nightmare



I run from it chasing me I run and cant stop



I look behind wrong choice our eyes lock my legs grow heavy with terror


I stop he catches up i break free from It’s invisible hold i try to run again



It grabs me to fast I can’t break free.



I see the monsters face I wish didn't



There was nothing but a dark hole were his eyes should have been



I froze with terror closing my eyes wishing for it to end



It lets go.



I stand still.



Surprised



My hero is ..



I wake up from my nightmare feeling confused cold and numb.



Who was my hero?



What was that thing?





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