When Darkness Comes

It comes to me swiftly,
silently, like a nightmare
you cannot wake from.
All I want to do is scream,
but I can’t. There are hands
around my neck and I am
barely breathing. Even the
darkness has arms, and I am
not out of its reach.


Written for the #OctoberFalls and #AutumnScribbles Instagram poetry challenge. Day 19.

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