Sin Fronteras Spring 2017 Sin Fronteras Spring 2017 | Page 98

The man woke up,
Gasping for air,
Shaking his head. He hastily found the bottle,
Tore off the cap,
And turned it over in his hand.
Fear seemed to grasp at him,
Freezing his insides,
Making his body shiver. Those white pills,
Spilled all over his hand,
And he quickly swallowed them.
He tried standing up from the bed,
as if he could run away,
From that terrible dream. He then closed his eyes,
As tight as he could,
Trembling.
But he couldn’t.
He was filled with confusion,
Sheer terrifying confusion. He then opened his eyes,
And took a deep breath,
Then looked downwards.
He then looked down,
To his own body
and gasped. They were there,
His legs,
With pale smooth skin.
What used to be pale,
Delicate skin,
Now was dark, brittle scars. He sighed,
He was okay,
He was alright.
He started gasping for breath,
His heart trying to break through his chest,
Sweat breaking on his brow. He looked around,
There was no fire,
Only the silver moonlight.
His frantic hands scurried,
Reaching over his nightstand,
Knocking over the alarm clock.
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