And I woke up screaming again...

No more twitches, little mini seizures gripping me. My throat is burned by the name I screamed over and over in my sleep, a name that I don't think humans can make with their mouths.

I dreamed of blood caked sheets, and slitted eyes. Being held. Being held down. I can never hit hard enough, scream loud enough.

Sometimes in my dreams I don't have hands, or a mouth. I wander like a vagrant, weeping for I cannot wail. These things should not spill over into my wakefulness.