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Title: Attack

It's heavy.

A dong bell hanging on my chest.

My lungs are squeezed by a demon.

It tries to make itself at home, by heating up my body to the same temperatures in hell.

It's unwelcome and just sneaks in.

I gasp for the one thing that I am drowning in; air.

An attack.

I attack myself, marking my skin with temporary marks.

My nails are betraying me, and people ask, “why do you keep your nails so short?”n

Thats why.

I wish to not draw more blood.

I hold on onto ice like it is my last day on earth.

The cool touch begins to chase the demon away.

The music booming in my head like a concert.

It covers its ears.

Its tears becoming my own.

I gasp.

I gasp.

I gasp.

Her eyes.

Her eyes are my safety.

My heaven to distract me from the episode of hell.

Her eyes hold me, while her arms are only the communicators of the action.    

It stops.

It all stops.

The demon left my home.

May it stay gone for a long while.

I think it is the whisperer that invited him.

The whisperer that always down plays me.

He sits on my shoulder, he is heavy.

He takes a lot of my energy.

He always cries.

His tears always seem to fall from my eyes.

My heart does not ache from love.

But it aches from my mind.

It's an attack.