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AnxiousAncient Artifact

Or Flight

face-down i laid on that dusty carpet acutely aware of the bed above me mattress heavy enough to crush my lungs if it fell and your head knocking against the battered walls thump thump thump because instinct screams at you to run and hide to listen to every fucking heartbeat of the enemy when violence lurks nearby
AnxiousAncient Artifact

Cavity

with trembling hands, i cover my eyes but not my ears so i can hear his footsteps as he stomps through the halls. i wince as he bumps into the table and its squeak assaults my ears. i choke down a sob as he grumbles drunkenly. stupid woman, moving my fucking crap. stupid woman, spending all my damn money. stupid woman, not waiting for me. i forget to breathe, heart sinking as he stops at my door. i force myself to groan and roll over as though i'm asleep, struggling to breathe as the air grows thick and heavy. i swallow the burn in my throat as he pats my knee.
AngryAncient Artifact

Aphelion

i wish i could hate you because hatred moves mountains and ends lives in a frantic, desperate blaze no one can stop but fear shackles me to the ground begging for the end and all i have is a spark of what could've been
AnxiousAncient Artifact

Remote Controlled

"What's that?" "I couldn't hear you." "Speak up." don't you realize i am? this is my yelling. this is as loud as i can go ever since fear adjusted my volume.
AnxiousAncient Artifact

Ghosts

some nights i dream of open mouths with yellow, decaying teeth and gum sores all along the sides andwetblistersontheirtonguestheirbreathishotandmustydominatingmysensesasthemouthssteadilyget closer and closer i always wake up just before they reach me those rolling tongues and hot breaths but i can still feel them crawlingallovermyskin
AngryAncient Artifact

No Mas

your temper breaks the heavy silence of the air as your feet cause an earthquake. one step closer, two steps closer... rolled up fists, cocked and ready. eyes bulging red with disdain. three steps closer, four...five... i hear the hissing sound of your harsh breaths; the pressure builds up until i'm not sure if i'll vomit or implode. you're in front of me, close enough that blinking would make me touch you. back up, please...back up... a rib cracks. a bone snaps. the blood boiling inside me, screaming to do something, fills up my lungs and drowns me from
AnxiousAncient Artifact

Toxic

hair streaked with daggers and iron filling her lungs each breath a shot of poison that makes me want to run but running makes it worse she gets off on the fighting back so i have to stay completely still and be willing to ache and burn and die until the opportunity comes that i can finally hide
SadAncient Artifact

An Un-Swung Axe

it's not your fault lindo that i flinch every time you suddenly turn around or that my hands shake every time i try to touch your face or that i sob brokenly every time i can't bring myself to do it. it's mine. i'm just such a fucking mess who's stuck in the past and i'm sorry you have to deal with that.
AngryAncient Artifact

Cement Legs

you play with me until this burning anger claws its way out of my chest like a dying heart ripped from its veins, an inhuman roar hanging heavy in the air and though it hurts to say this i am nothing but a person without that anger a tiny insignificant person afraid of what occurs after the breakdown afraid of the quiet emptiness of being alone so even though you're toxic and rude and completely, utterly unworthy of my time i stay

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