Fluent Thoughts

I’m scared and terrified, can’t close my eyes, don’t want to see what it is; I’m cold, I’m freezing, I’m shacking. So scared that I can’t even cry, shout or call for help.

My throat is dry like a rock, water is on my side yet far. It’s getting near, nearer and so close that I can feel its breath, I get up and try to run but my feet are betraying me.

I don’t want to see it any more, but my eyes will not close. I fear it more and more. I want my lungs to stop breathing, want my heart to stop beating; I want my blood to stop moving through my vessels. It won’t.

It’s their cutting my throat with its knife, yet I am still alive, my eyes are open and terrified.