Nightmare: an attack on the senses

A freeverse poem about a reoccurring nightmare.

My arms are heavy, weighing me down like 10 ton weights are attached to my hands. I can’t see anything, my vision pitch black no dancing lights or random shapes behind my eyelids. My head is pounding like someone is repeatedly jumping up and down on my brain.
The sounds around me aren’t anything human; wild shrieks and howls, low growls and grunts, and pained whimpers.
Oh.
The whimpers are coming from me.
At this realization I can find my voice and call out for help. My cry, hoarse and weak, is ignored and drowned out by the cacophony surrounding me. I try to move but the same invisible burden on my arms also binds my legs. Giving up, I lie still and count my breaths, my head spinning.
I can’t remember how I got here. Is this real? Am I dreaming? Please let me be dreaming-
A shrill screech interrupts my thoughts and then silence. The stillness is unnerving. A foul stench- like a 100 rotting corpses- slaps me in the face and I gag. Loud, heavy footsteps approach me and my blood runs cold. A shuffling grunt sounds right in front of me and I feel hot, suffocating breaths hit my face. A snarl. Then more silence. I realize what's happening right when a cold heavy hand touches my face and I open my eyes.

Author's Note

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