"Out Of Fuel And So Afraid" Khatoon Hazara ||| 8:11pm, Tues. 3/26/19

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"Out Of Fuel And So Afraid" Khatoon Hazara ||| 8:11pm, Tues. 3/26/19

The sound on the other end of the line kept rising but when the decibels fainted weakly, his eyes would tremble, the pulse; slow, the veins would slink away, deep into the shadows of their homes

I am nothing like you

Melted crayons and triggered Vertigo; my staple

It was a makeshift aroma of everything I had missed in childhood

I'd never thought up a finer detail that which had always came to me like a dream, the very essence of all my beings- yes, multiple, as it only can be for a soul that's made its' way through an endless tunnel of lives and things that always happen

I am shaken by all that you know of me

and tell me, please; if only for a fleeting moment, tell me what you know of me

Not even to make up for all the time that you missed, being by my side, would you ever truly know me, no, not at all

You are afraid of me, I can sense that in the way you talk to me

Your eyes, I can see how they flicker, back and forth

You colour your soul with so many lies, I've drawn myself closer and closer into you until... completely, I have fallen prey to your thoughts, your whim, your every desire

I can see myself falling

If I let my hand out, I can stop, and- there!

Look...

Open your eyes

You're safe now...

You never... have to be afraid... ever... again

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