her sin erupted from with me. it stung like a forest fire; started slow and crept up in my veins like ice running throughout my being. at first, it stung and it made me so scared in the way a kid is terrified of getting caught for sneaking candy last bedtime.
the way it heats up the back of your neck and makes your stomach unbearably nervous, the way it makes your skin float above your muscles.
she was that feeling. eventually, that feeling numbed. she pushed and pushed and pushed until finally i let it in and i felt nothing but fuzzy warmth in my head.
she was an actual drug. the drug of being in love.
imagine a plant wrapping around you suffocating you and cutting off all your circulation in your entire body. she was that.
imagine the pain just before your body turns purple and goes numb. she was that.
imagine the relief right before you pass out, the bliss of it not hurting even though you know what is happening. she was that.
Lily was that. she was vines creeping up my body till i gave in. until i died.
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A Basket of My Thoughts
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