Affliction
Written for this this
five hundred words exactly
The subject matter is HIV, but it's a little twisted in the way it reads.
'I’m staring into the mirror and your hiding in my eyes, cowering beneath
the dilated black, the tightness of the pills cutting into my palm. What
are you, part of me?, or simply all of what cuts me down'
five hundred words exactly
The subject matter is HIV, but it's a little twisted in the way it reads.
'I’m staring into the mirror and your hiding in my eyes, cowering beneath
the dilated black, the tightness of the pills cutting into my palm. What
are you, part of me?, or simply all of what cuts me down'
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Affliction
'porcelain composure crushed flat under your concrete foot'