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Elima Ahmed

Drama Fantasy


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Elima Ahmed

Drama Fantasy


Nightmares Aren't Good

Nightmares Aren't Good

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Last night I crawled to my sister's bedroom

And stared at her until she woke.

I knew the moon was up there

But its presence was not felt 

And that was a dread.


I felt my skin getting bloodless

And I was turning into a fright mess

My nose grew old and thin

And I got beards from nowhere.


But my sister wasn't scared

Instead, she laughed till death.

She said she put me in the best attire.

She had some boiling lubricant

And if it was on me, I would be brunt.


But she wasn't pretty good at kindness

She spilled it all over and found it was

The best thing she could do.

I screamed until my throat was ready to fall off.

My sister said ' Remember that wasn't any nightmare'


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