By | 1 May 2019

I breathe inside your body like a lung.
You are aware I’m also breathing out.
You close your eyes and try to bite our tongue.
You needn’t worry – I can always shout
across your silences, attempts at peace,
I amplify the chatter into noise.
You start to ground yourself to make me cease
but I possess the darkness in your voice.
I flood your brain and body with high guilt,
a stimulus, response, it must be true;
through tears you realise I am what you built
and I exist only because of you.

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