Anxiety tugs at your brain.
The shivering sweat leaves your body like a torrential downpour.
Post traumatic stressing.
Flashing back to when the darkness held you in-between its teeth.
It carried you off.
Swept you off your feet.
There was nothing sweet about where it took me.
It drained you of the life you had left.
Whispers of wicked lies were told about a bright new future to keep you bound to the present day.
Bittersweet tainted memories.
You were the one who was left thirsty.
Searching through the darkness.
Reaching for the switch.
Struggling to come back to the land of the living.
The pain will eventually fade away from sight, but the bruises will forever be skin deep.
Keep reaching for the light.
Remember to breathe.