I lay on my side
Face away from the door
Stay still, slow my breath
Pray he thinks I’m asleep
Then a breeze shocks my back
The sheet lifts, the bed shifts
Hot breath at my neck
No luck tonight, fear chokes my heart
I go into a trance, nothingness
The familiar comfort of the void
Leave my body, don’t need it
My soul and I, we float into the wallpaper
Life On The Skinny Branches 
I’ve pressed the Like button, but I also don’t like it at all, if you know what I mean
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I do.
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A sad story well written.
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Thank you.
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Chilling. And so well written.
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Thank you.
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I too clicked on “like” for the quality of your writing, but am sorry you ever experienced this kind of relationship.
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P.S. especially if you were just a child! (I just read the tags and categories.) Chilling!
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I agree with all the comments above, a ‘like’ is not the right word but you write from the heart and your resillience is inspiring! I hope sharing something so personal helps you flourish and also helps many others who are not yet ready to write out their pain.
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Thank you for reading.
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