Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Losing it

they are hanging on thin threads at the tip of my fingers
one by one for every single one of my delicate fingers
they are about to bleed but the force is getting stronger and stronger
pulling them down yet my fingers hold onto them
slipping slowly, surely, shredding my skin

i am crying;
i am screaming;
i am losing;
i am disappearing;
without even realising it

i am here but i am not

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