tic tac, tic tac, tic tac… the clock is beating its hour. tic tac, tic tac, tic tac… the walls are taking up all the air. i can’t breathe. i can’t’ breathe without all the suffocation. i pound my fists into my chest. breathe, damn it, breathe… i am shrinking and there an image of a little girl screaming, a shriek. the vermin inside of me… this decaying wrath escalates as i stab my hand with the pen. through, through the skin, through the flesh, into the bone as it penetrated, as i scramble and twitch… a pinch of spurs contamination… where am i? i am split into these abrasions. i am losing my mind. something is wrong. something is very wrong. i don’t understand why i can’t stop. my brain is shuttering then an image of puzzling strands, corrupting synapses… like a fable with good morals, i am entirely unlike.

my superstition, my intuition, the intruder of my kind… i wander around the room bleeding. my stabbed veins, letting it all out… i need help. i scream, shriek, for help. help me diagnose my disease that’s eating my mind, that’s changing my right. the ailment further from the aid…

they gain to my side. unrecognized, unrecognized, i hit in fright.

.jacob g
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