She had, locked up ALL her nightmares, ‘cuz she was, tired, from being plagued by them, night, after night, after night. And, night after night, after night, after night, she’d lain awake in bed, troubled, by all her nightmares surrounding her life…
So, she’d decided, to lock them all away! Locked up ALL her nightmares, dead-bolted that ironclad latch, to make sure, that none of them, ever escaped, and shows back up at the most unexpected of all places, to scare her again.
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Locked up ALL her nightmares, she thought it was over, because she didn’t dig deeper, to find, the root cause of her nightmares, she thought all she had to do was, put them all behind her, so, she’d packed up her bags, and left this town she grew up in.
And those nightmares, they’d, stayed, locked up, untouched, with dusts covering them all, until one day, something happened in her life, and, she was taken back, to those days of old again.
not my picture.
She’d recalled, every single nightmare she’d ever had now, and, more so than ever, because they weren’t, resolved, they’d come back and gnawed at her harder, harder, and harder even………
Life, the Obstacle Course 