The tiny man that lives in my chest is breathing louder. Longer. His lungs swell and ribcage expands and with each breath instead of retreating his body continues to grow. He sits curled, his spine arched and face unseen and with every inhale I feel my bones creak. You stand above me, watching me from… Continue reading The Elephant In The Room
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over and over and
this place is not mine this place where my mind is kept it pushes me through the walls and windows of other places where minds are kept over and over I do the same thing again over and over I do the same thing again I open doors and run inside houses that aren’t mine I… Continue reading over and over and
Here and nowhere else. 