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His awareness, Palms open, arms unsure if they should brace, Shoulders, begging for ache. whispering reassurances, favoring his mistake. His pain would be released, with every breath drawn. Every breath, the warmth was a moment near the hearth, promising seductive sensations, as long as he continued to breathe. Looking through memories, clarity, screaming, pleading, Simply requesting witness. My awareness - frantically knocking the door, preparing its breach. Until now, he had been minimizing, the weight of his life, And those who were drowning with him. Became clear with every attempt to remain aware, Weight, carried by his identity, No longer confined him. Tight, shoulders pressed in, Trying to solve a puzzle, not possible. Eyes Wary of light, knees locked, Chest tightened, awareness heightened. I can see, Counting the links as they passed me, Narrowing my vision, focusing on the iron, Noticing the imperfections, the lack of integrity, The cracks in the structure, that structure, shaped inside. Lost in a sea of thought, his awareness, finally free to surface. My head, above water, My head, reorienting.
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May 6
May 6, 2026 at 3:22 PM UTC
Against The Law
His awareness, Palms open, arms unsure if they should brace, Shoulders, begging for ache. whispering reassurances, favoring his mistake. His pain would be released, with every breath drawn. Every breath, the warmth was a moment near the hearth, promising seductive sensations, as long as he continued to breathe. Looking through memories, clarity, screaming, pleading, Simply requesting witness. My awareness - frantically knocking the door, preparing its breach. Until now, he had been minimizing, the weight of his life, And those who were drowning with him. Became clear with every attempt to remain aware, Weight, carried by his identity, No longer confined him. Tight, shoulders pressed in, Trying to solve a puzzle, not possible. Eyes Wary of light, knees locked, Chest tightened, awareness heightened. I can see, Counting the links as they passed me, Narrowing my vision, focusing on the iron, Noticing the imperfections, the lack of integrity, The cracks in the structure, that structure, shaped inside. Lost in a sea of thought, his awareness, finally free to surface. My head, above water, My head, reorienting.
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May 6
May 6, 2026 at 3:22 PM UTC
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