My voice pounds on a concrete wall

Turns back, towards me,

As a manic beast.It’s after me.

I run , trip, fall.It is approaching.

My three headed reflection screams.

I am afraid. I close my eyes.

I don’t want this monstrous view in my mind.

I hold my breath.Pretending to be brave.

Ready to accept the end. Nothing happens.

Just swears, curses and threats.

I curl up in the middle of the street.

Eyes wide shut till I notice white dots and golden stars.

Little whirls to the deeps of my brain.

As if I hypnotize myself. I sink.

The time passes. I breathe, I flow.

Two black holes, where my eyes used to be.

Gliding down keeping the analogies.

How else could I tell, those were my eyes.

The voice softens its pitch, dramatically.

Like a bass drum beats a rhythm.

The dulcet sound, keeps me on the ground.

Is this real or am I sleeping?

Can you hear me screaming?