I kid myself with words that claw at my flesh, malicious smiles echoing murderous intent. The web of lies that I have spun were unyielding yet they have come undone. You tangled them into a single mess with one flick of your tongue as it ripped at the cold air that surrounded me.
I am unlikely. I am forever. I am a mime that is not a mime yet is forced to mime their actions as my words are caught in my throat and I am unable to cough them out.
The wetness on my cheeks was there before-do not think it is you who put them there. I am uncomfortable with the hatred that has stretched over my shadow, swaying me to stay here. I cannot stomach the sickly sweet taste of your apologies nor your cracked sobs. You are a crocodile, I decide, and your tears are as true as the smile that is fixed on my face. I have a million sugar petals in my lungs and I am choking on the honeyed smell.
And you make sure I choke alone.
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