Sunday, 11 December 2016

panic attack

Alone and cold, I imagine your arms though non- existent, around my body, warming my frame until I can close my eyes safely and breathe once more, I hesitate to move in case my imagination slips distracted and once again I’m frozen like a lone, cold death wish. This silence cuts me so deep that blood is not bled and just like a waking nightmare I cannot find voice
to scream.

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