… I wake up, my hand plastered to the bed.
My nails tear through the sheet of red.
My eyes like a hawk, wide open with fear,
Glued to ceiling like a wallpaper near!
Suddenly a black panther jumps into me;
And vanishes at once behind a tree.
Not expected, I see a lot of sand;
While I lie in a pool on the bed next to my hand…
… Dreaming to be in a jungle, yet running for my life.
Trees reaching out, branches cutting me like knife.
Trying to untangle me from branches, I turn.
The leaves suffocate me, don’t let me return.
Twigs scratches my legs, oh, how they hurt.
I come to a dead-end on the dirt.
The black panther awaits my sigh.
I see grace in his eye…
… I wake up in a cold sweat;
Moisture drips from my face with threat;
Like water…
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Ellie belfiglio 