Sometimes it digs and I am paranoid once again.
Ridiculous, no matter how many times it is said.
Yet as painful as that itchy, tearing feeling,
That drips from my throat to my stomach in a very violent manner.
The phone is off the hook and I am disconnected once again.
Goosebumps form upon my skin in rows which feel like:
Disjointed, decorated candy eggs.
Loud thumping in the distance and I don't realize it's my heart.
Whispering fields of dreams aligning my eyelids as my breath is slowly slipping thinner.
Chariots awaiting my arrival for the new Malicious Carnival.














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