That tickle against my ankle, turns warm and curls around.
Rough fingers grasp firmly to my leg, I eek a sound.
I pull away instinctively, nothing, no one, to be found.
It was all in my head.
What began as a flutter upon my thigh, grows to a touch I can’t explain or deny.
I ignore the phantom roaming fingers, bringing a twitch to the corner of my eye.
Creeping farther up the edge of my hem, I shift before it wanders too high.
It’s all in my head.
Clothes laid out, I begin to dress, when a frigid wind blows across my chest.
A gentle pinch to my breasts, I collapse with a shuddered moan I detest.
“Stop!” I cry out to nobody, “I can’t stand to be crazy, give me a rest.”
But it’s just in my head.
There is a pressure against my body, alone abed, I quiver in fear.
The bold thumps of my heart are not all that I hear, another’s breath is in my ear.
I turn a gaze to the shadows of my bed, a dip of mattress, makes it clear.
It’s not in my head.
That familiar hand, I believed was my making, wraps around my throat; choking.
Mouth gasping for air, darkness slides in deep; I battle for the control it’s taking.
I writhe while it’s hooking into the recesses of my mind, I feel consciousness sinking.
It’s in my head.
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