The Darkest of Minds
Furious eyes on us
Every goddamn second of every goddamn day
And he was flooding into my mind
It was so real
He was going to hurt me
Fingers brushing against the jagged raised surface
Of my skin
The pain was good
Almost enough to distract me
Hands were caught between us
To accept reality at some point
It was needed
But he was
Perfect innocence under the threat of guns
He tugged me back
The sky dipping into night
The patchwork of old bloodstains on the ground
He was capable of killing me with his brain
With
His
Words
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