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Nightmare driven.

Demon infested.
Iron clad with

clenched teeth,

I sat rooted to the floor  -

thread and fibre of every muscle straining  

in clear agony

when you knocked, once, quietly.

And you searched for my face, clear-eyed.

You cleaned my wounds,

took my hands in your own.

Your small fire, kind warmth

melted me away

and all at once

I stood blinking, dazed, awake

in a cold mountain stream.

I was...

myself again.

Casting off the bitter armor,

I began my long trudge homeward.