Peiniger


It's late, I just left your side
The facade created by fear slowly fades
The lines are blurred, the street lights like star bursts fly past
I feel my face becomes wet and yet it's not raining
Losing all focus of the world around me. I swerve.
The thought creates it self, how fast? How hard? How long?
Your face flashes. I can't. Not here, not now.
I continue on, auto pilot set.
No remembrance of the next few miles.
I sit there safe but scared.
No, not of something beyond this metal box, but of what is in me.
The facade creeps back.
I go through the motions.
No one suspects a thing.
We are safe.
Me and my tormentor.

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