He refused
to leave me alone.
I had become a fucking obsession, he engorged on,
Night,
after night...
after night.
My pulse was something he drank up,
In dry words, velvety in the throat.
His eyes sank of haunted casts
Long passed,
unknowing, they were of his own.
He ate it all up.
Every vanity, every word, and broken note, stretched too thin,
and cracked.
Every picture old and past.
Every lurid message sent in between,
Repeat, Research, Recast.
He stole up my every vulnerability,
as if in my own detail,
He studied plain as scripture.
He would grow to know,
A side of me,
Flat and embossed of pain,
Crying for cure,
Doubling down on the candid,
and chipping away at the lake freeze.
He would try...
To render me inert.
But I wasn't that girl.
A specimen, I required long and beholden hours-
None of which he'd been given.
None of which, he deserved.
He reeled instead,
Over and over, dread permeating the air miles and miles between.
He refused to let me go.
and gave me nothing clean.
He stood over my life,
and now he pacifies vexing me.
A refusal.
For what now,
Could he want so badly?
Enough...
To trek through my home?
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