The Dark Mind

Standing in the center of the room.

The cold cement chills your toes.

Looking around;

The walls are bare.


A shiver shoots down your spine.

It’s not the cold.



You can hear the blood rushing through your veins.

Anxiety crashes in.


You think to yourself,

Close your eyes.

Take a breath.

Tension seems to drain from your body.


But only for a moment.


Suddenly your mouth becomes dry.

You look around

Longing for the taste of a cool glass of water.

Across the room there’s a metal sink.

You can’t move.


Then you wake up

And you are calm.

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