the witching hour was especially cold last night.
darkness hovers over as i lay wide awake.
my chest gets tighter.
my jaw locks.
is this why my mother prays for me?
there was a presence.
as her hands rise.
my mind can make this real.
i scream internally.
her eyes swell to release tears cried for the soul of her only son.
i feel each one as i lay frightened.
the shadows are alive.
i think i can see them move.
darkness hovers over as i lay wide awake.
my chest gets tighter.
my jaw locks.
is this why my mother prays for me?
there was a presence.
as her hands rise.
my mind can make this real.
i scream internally.
her eyes swell to release tears cried for the soul of her only son.
i feel each one as i lay frightened.
the shadows are alive.
i think i can see them move.