Heavy feet fall on the steps outside my door.Β Β I cannot let them in. They demolish my mind as I try to stare peacefully out the window β passed the too same infrastructure. It ***** with my mind.
The illness creeps in the corners of the panes. They canβt find their way in, but they know I can see them. Fixated. They feel my sheer panic. My understanding is tainted by my watchers. They feel my pulse accelerate and laugh as my veins pump blood toward their thirsty mouths.