Touch

All from experience. Ah, the joys of being me.

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Feel it rising in my throat,
Like bile, like blood,
Like when you’re close to me.

Constant ticking and thrumming of
Time, in my ears,
In your voice.

I can see it in your eyes
When you lie to
Me. thinking I know you
So unwell. So sick.

The clocks in your eyes,
The smoke in your throat.
Closeness of your touch,
Suffocating me
With fear,
With desperation,
With panic.

All you do is care,
But how you show it
Scares me.
Leave me.
Leave me be.
It scares me.

You scare me.