lux aeterna

~ Tuesday, January 10 ~
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In her sleep,

She fights

She lashes out

And catches my cheek

But I’m unaware

Of the time she’s reliving

And her voice,

So cold, so angry,

Striking me to the core

Even before I knew fear. 

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