Pain

Pain.
Standing
in the middle
of a
cold,
dark room.
I hear your footsteps,
coming towards me.
Can’t see,
shrouded in a blanket
of darkness.
I can feel you,
hands grabbing
to tightly,
feeling,
biting,
pinching,
squeezing
the air from my lungs.
I smell the sweat,
glistening off my skin.
And taste the rusty flavor of
blood.
I hear screaming
Where is it coming from?
I listen to the screaming
And realize.
It’s me.