Hands in the dark

Hands in the dark

My hands are my enemy
each night
i feel them
on my throat,
until they squeeze me
into forgetfulness.

I see a hush of dim grey
spread around
the deep dark blanket
embracing the room
creaking wood
invisible steps approaching,

My eyes wide open
reliving the nightmare that haunts me
a shadow walks the ceiling yet again.
The cords cut deep in my wrists
my fingers start to walk

Medusa's grip holds me.
Creepily crawling closer to the knots
my whole body whispers
a sigh pulsating
yet i cannot move

they stop
the knots in sight
untying, as fingers dance,
i m frosted
shivering,
Asphyxiated —
alone with my silent shout.