Author’s notes:
This poem was kinda just improvised. I scribbled it down while i had free time in biology and now it’s here.
Whenever I’m extremely stressed, I get really graphic nightmares. I don’t watch or read any remotely gory stuff (whether real or fake) so I have no idea how my brain can even conjure up such images. Some of the stuff here is made up for the poem, but a few lines are real nightmares I’ve had.
Oftentimes, these dreams are partially lucid—I know I’m in a dream, and sometimes I even have control over myself, but I have no control over anything else. Also, I get trapped. I can’t wake myself up.
These dreams got me feeling like Pomni (flashing lights warning)
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