There is a taste.
A touch
Winter frost on my tongue
A step
A crunch
I have memories of the run
The panting breathe
Racing heart
The light
It flickers
A tick tock triggers
It’s not enough
It’s to late
Man had chosen my fate
NIGHTMARE FANTASY
Where Dreams are born
NIGHTMARE FANTASY 
Beautifully written.
Thank you so much. 😊
Wonderful post 😊
Thank you so much
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