I wake up to purgatory. Nothing is real. I cannot hear, I cannot feel. Only can I sense the beat of your hardened heart, miles away. The chills felt from your eyes.
The words that are glued inside my throat, the fingerprints left on my forehead.
There are no teams. No bridges to hide under. Our wings all fell apart. We must learn to walk now.
Sitting here on my bed. Staring at the spinning fan. Listening to what you are comfortable calling beliefs. Pious lessons. My apathetic stares sting to your eyes. Pushing me away from what you've pushed me forward to. I'll run faster than you can drive. Your offers are never pleasing.
Everyone calls it sepsis, I'd say other wise. It's a sickness that only I can see. Only you can cure.
There's no more light in your eyes. There's no more strength in your motives.
I'd never wish for you to go back. I'd never think to see this day, or yesterday.
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