They gain strength when I'm left at their mercy. They storm and rage with such force that my frail frame stands no hope. They tug at my pretenses; they pull at my smiles and my laughter. They rain all over my dying, flickering flame. They scrape against barely healed skin and peel down to thin bones. They lend strength to shadowy webs of fear until the shadow consumes all. They constrict the space within my chest until the room for air is filled with ache instead.
They storm water from my eyes and rage death within my chest. That is all there is to be said.
They storm water from my eyes and rage death within my chest. That is all there is to be said.
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