Each breath is like a scream
a scream for release
a groveling rasp caught in a voiceless throat
I wrestle these demons
and they cheat
they know my will and they break it
right down to the bone-white whimsy of my character flaws
There she is again
just like before and before that
a glowing aura of consistent pulse and pheromone hijacking my weakness and gathering the salt in all my tears for another long-distance run down my nascent loathing
Here I go again
connecting the dots on a checkerboard looking for the non-sequential pattern and swearing it was there a minute ago
I met her and immediately shredded her facade
her core was there and it was unrelentingly brilliant and challenged and vulnerable and not expecting to see me in any case
a perimeter of heat and light that encompassed essence and shrunk to the mind's touch
It's a sickness
a callow disregard for the rules
it's an invasion of the ephemeral
I'm an escape artist trying desperately to get myself locked up.
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