SCRATCHED

there was a sound.

nails against stones

screeching

it felt like nightmares, red and darkness,

coldness

i was frozen with breath,

everywhere was blood

stained on the walls

inside the cracks

i could smell it. it had an unbearable smell

metallic and ugly

it clogged my throat as memories suffocated me

there was no space to breathe

thoughts consumed

spread like webs

tangling in twists

i was caught in my mind

held a prisoner to the thoughts,

soft chains wrapped around my lungs and heart

nails against stone

you held me against the concrete

and there was a sound

screeching

blood

heart stuck in my throat

a kiss of thorns

can you hear it?

the silent scream splitting through my throat horrible, ugly, disgusting

(you can’t.)

(I can)

(and I drown in it)