Sitting on the edge of the bed,
with visions of a disemboweled body
left in an area know to inhabit wolves.
Mouth stuffed with its own intestines.
Eyes blinking in disbelief
as it slowly drained
of life giving fluids.
It all seemed so real,
yet he had to ask himself
– was it just a dream?
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