The way your breathing feels like stone.
Inhaling with such toxic violence.
Exhaling death like it's smoke.
Your existence lands like fistfalls.
Black eyes remembered in your screams.
You make me feel so goddamn closed in.
God, you must feel like you're so sleek.
I have come to despise you.
Yes, I'm easy to hate.
But this deep visceral loathing
deserves its own space.
So I grind my teeth with determination,
imagining you in between.
The release of all my feelings
will be the best thing the world have seen.
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