Sat 15th Nov 2025 12:47

Familiarity

by Lux Silvers?

Fear is what keeps us alive.
 
Fear is an asset, it tells us when danger is near.
 
We are ridiculed by those who seek to hurt us.
 
Wolves hunt as a pack.
 
I have found a soul that has the same fear in her eyes that dances in mine.
 
Needles. Buckles. White too sterile to be safe.
 
Vomit. Pain. Hair coming out in clumps, tangled in your fingers.
 
Pain. Pain. An hollow existence in a glorified prison as your skin peels off in sheets, folding like an accordion as it slowly slumps to the floor.
 
With every stolen breath, I must repent. I will prevent her from turning into the pitiful thing I've become.