7 Moving Through Life. Chapter Seven: Behind Closed Walls

Behind Closed Walls it's only me, sometimes I can barely see.

I become so tired, my body on fire, I sleep nine hours but it's not enough; It can be really tough when you have a lot to do.

I just go to my room and do some thinking, it's peaceful and puts me to ease.

I don't respond well to noise, it toys with my brain and is often frustrating.

I wipe the sleep out of my eyelids, but there it is, strange visions.

I see insects out the corner of my eye, I'm afraid of them, especially those that fly.

I start where I'm standing and blink abruptly, it's only a vision, erupting from me.

Many a nightmare, I've experienced, I'm serious, bugs are in them.

Specifically Cockroaches, I've been afraid ever since I was a little girl, they make my intestines curl.

In my nightmares, at times they're giant, very defiant, but never pliant.

Some in my mind, turn to part man, part bug, it's very disturbing and ugly, sometimes the mind thinks it can get away; It doesn't like to delay.

They grow very large, charging at me, trying to crush me; They wish to squish me from all the times they perished.

The largest monster, covered in blood, and partially crushed on his head and thorax; Crunching his mouth together, spits venom towards me.

It soaks me from head to toe, sinking into my flesh, and hot as lava, burns and peels my skin thin.

I drop to the ground, screaming in pain, feeling too faint from this green-like paint.——-/

When I regained consciousness, slowly regaining my sight, I see a faint light hanging over my visage.

I try to rise, but cold as ice, I'm strapped to a counter, tied tight.

My arms are outstretched, one on each side, my legs are the same, my head and limbs ache.

I attempt to cry out and shout, but I'm far too feeble, all I can do, is make a hoarse croak.

I feel a wet sensation, and terrible odor, I turn my head and notice on the bed, fresh but not very fresh, blood.

The smell is unbelievable, I gag and choke under this yoke.

An antenna appears at the far end of the dimly lit, room of doom.

Another light appears above out of nowhere, beaming on the creature it reached.

Gasping in horror, I discern it to be a thing with a Cockroach's head, and the body, that of a man's; Its hands are human, fuming with strange bodily fluids, and its feet are Cockroach legs.

I slam my head against the counter I'm lying upon, to knock myself out of my encumbered slumber.

The creature, giggling while wiggling his nasty fingers around, pulls a switch he's standing beside.

My eyes widening, I notice above my head: A axe of humongous size, sliding slowly down towards me.

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