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Apr 2017
it eats away at you piece by piece
devouring you slowly yet all at once
its like a parasite
no - more like a tick
it ***** the life out of you but you don't feel a thing
not until its finished at least
because when its finished but not until its finished do you feel something
its very slight this feeling so slight you almost miss it
first its a pinch. then an itch. then a squeeze
and before you know itΒ Β you're stuck
stuck in place as every fiber go your being has become paralyzed
then you can't breathe and it feels as though cotton has been stuffed in your throat
you try to move you try to scream out
you try to breathe
but no one notices. especially not them
and honestly you don't even notice it yourself
because you're so blind and so ******* desperate
that the cotton suffocating you ever so slowly
feels more like milk and honey
the slight constant stinging pains feel like tickles to a child
you feel as bright and adventurous like a toddler
you feel as though you can take over the world
even though its killing you from the inside out
why is this happening? what is happening?
its simple really its a small thing almost microscopic
but it. impairs you like a car crash or a failed surgery
its a stupid little thing we give many names
as it kills you from the inside out
love is just one big kickass metaphor that drives most of my creativity. yay
ry
Written by
ry  e. coast
(e. coast)   
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