Spontaneous Possessions

The bright lights keep shining down on me. They never give up or dim. My skin
has holes burnt in it and my eyes are stinging and stuck shut. Oh why won’t they go
away? My body is wasted and twitching. The lights seem to burn brighter with their

I can’t breath, the air is too heavy with their heat and my throat is raw from it.
Even if I had the energy to cry out for help, only blood would come out of my silenced
mouth. Slowly rolling off my horrid tongue, sinking into my burns and dragging salty
sweat into my wounds.
More lights come from somewhere and my stinging eyes are now blinded through
my lids. I am a victim of possession.

By Hateful Tears

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