Short breath.

Anxiety please stop stabbing me with your sword of dread making me see things, out of focus, and leave me shaking. chest hurting and short of breath. fear blowing into my mouth and making me shiver. i say stop but you are a human without belief in consent, like a stranger in an alley, you... Continue Reading →

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Curiosity.

He turned his eyes towards the entrance and beheld a strange and dreadful apparition, clothed in lace and satin. on a carpet bought from Afghanistan , weary threads melded together by weary handsĀ of women, sat this visitant. cherry lips held a smile distant from itself, too real and knowing. Fear turned to curiosity. he ever... Continue Reading →

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