Sanctuary [Poetry]

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And maybe, I longed for warmth more than I anticipated.

This pain stricken grief I inherited with my past selves keep drawing tendrils inside my skin — prickling the veins, each time it cries blood, my eyes would just shut with a smile.

There's a laugh I keep hearing and my teeth would grit like sandpaper scratches, the vibration will inevitably cause headaches that even when I'm asleep, the sound will just personified itself — appearing — and the laugh will never end.

I am trapped in a loop where I have to repeat everything over and over again and I couldn't figure out the beginning and the ending and it's a maze — designed to keep my head from overthinking until I can no longer call my mind my own.

The warmth I rarely experienced keep me going, keep me from desiring to somehow find a way — not knowing that the heat I was permitted to feel is the bait itself.

And there I go — a soul unmoving trapped in the loop of time, unable to move forward.