Searing touch breaking so many walls. How.
No, not how. Why.
I had defenses for a purpose.
Not bitter, not blaming. It was simply a catalyst
Driving a rift, a great chasm between myself.
A void others can cross, but from which I am barred.
And I will yet let it stay, for perhaps a little while.
There is no harm in this, to harm myself for a time.
Opening up is "proper". Isn't it?
I shudder, shiver. Holding it in. Can't be breaking down here.
Can't be breaking down ever.
And yet I walk the line, tracing just how deep it goes.
And this should hold no joy for me
but I'm overcome with a perverse excitement.
In mockery of my own pain.
Whose team am I even on?
It doesn't matter
I give myself to the bloodflow.
It tastes sickly sweet.
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