Hell

Dark brown flesh,
glistening with sweat,
vacant eyes and cold bloodless lips.
Truth creeps into slumber,
the shakes come and go,
nausea hits as the night goes on.

A man whispers into the nightmare "you deserved it,"
hands clenching at the air,
grasping nothing in their reach,
throat becomes dry as a scream struggles to escape.
Old words, old feeling, old tortures come to life,
entering deeper into the terror,
getting closer to hell.

Bile begins to rise,
cold sweats become an unrelenting pattern,
eyes move back and forth underneath their lids,
the purist of hearts beat faster.
Confusion come crashing,
like the ocean during a storm.
Those dark vacant eyes come to life,
to the same dark room,
to the same bed where she is held captive in her own head.