Fast Socket Motions

I woke up one night in what I thought was a dream, dragged to Hell in agony and never ending screams.

Up above, there was a crow – striking souls by the hour. Walking to the moon just to find a god without it’s powers.

I woke up just just shy of the ledge, in a pool of sweat, safe in my bed. Across the room, the TV laid on – and the nightstand still there after what it had endured at dawn. It was just a dream after all, one that was wrong. Like a terribly cursed song, one far too long.

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