Not sure if I’m gonna make it out.

I feel death breathing down my neck.

I feel him touching me in the places I hurt, laughing at how much I flinch.

I feel him finding delight in my growing indifference & ‘bravery’ to do the unspeakable.

 

(Feb ’15)

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