Anesthesia

There are these bright moments of abhorring darkness when someone does something so vile that you feel bits of yourself falling away, and the spirit of self-damaging pain takes over like a slithering poison.

These moments are so trivial and yet their effect is astounding. You play and replay scenarios in your head, wondering how much further you could go down the chasm. It’s subtle but overt, quiet but cacophonous.

When they takes stabs with their sharpened words, there is this millisecond of thought that flashes in my mind and soul, and disappears just as quickly.

In that millisecond, I think of the dying.

They will try to make you stay,
steal the peace away from you,
soak your actions in self doubt,
if you don’t live the way they like.

Savages

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