dream, struggling.

Coarse,

It grates against 

The bruised skin on my neck

Blinded,

I see nothing

Feel my breath 

Clouding around my face

Trapped, inside this

Dusty, sweaty sack

Blood roaring in my ears

A force slams into my back

The floor beneath my feet, gone -

And I fall

Air snatched away

A vice clamped around my throat

The rope cuts, and closes

Sack, suffocates, and

I struggle

And struggle

And struggle

Legs flailing,

Wrists bound, fists clenching

And I struggle, still

Threatening to cave

Under immense deprivation

And yet, I linger 

Only seeing darkness

Paralysed between

And I struggle

It won't end

Constantly, dying

I wake, 

My own hands clasped

At my neck

Thumbs pressed inwards

And I wonder,

Why must I always be asleep

Unaware, no control

Not enough motivation

To just, press

And hold

And hold

And fall.