My skin is
crawling as
I feel your
gaze rest upon
me. Every word
every glance
it means something
malicious. And
that car, headlights
in my eyes…how
long has it been
following me?
What are its
intentions? I
hear the buzzing
I see what’s not
there. Reality
blurs in my mind
what is real and
what is perceived?
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