[15]: You Have No Demons

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The lightning afflicts,
like electrical burns.
The clouds a scowling,
and ponderous grey.
The rain dissolving my skin
like Aqua Regia.
The world is blitzing me,
with it's rage.

Language dancing,
toxic mercilessness,
like an ultimate predator,
replaying in my head.
A snake is curling,
around my throat.

Emotional trauma consumes me,
like a catastrophic tsunami,
too much emotional abuse.

  Mikaela's head was rushing as fast as melting icebergs falling from mountains and into the Antartica ocean. He didn't know what to do, seeing his Yuu-chan panicking and experiencing severe post traumatic stress disorder as memories flushed from behind the aforementioned eyes, shutting him down like a fried playstation.

  Yuichiro wanted to be comforted, his fingers etched; like a smoker towards a cigarette– just to wrap around Mikaela's neck, yet his heart dropped heavily into his chest, warning him like loud church bells not to go near Mikaela. Mikaela was the son of Cataha, he was the son of Satan.

  He was more dangerous than what Yuichiro has ever thought, and now the obsession that Mikaela has always had over him seemed as creepy and sick as ever. "Get away from me." Yuichiro growled lowly, staring down at Mikaela like a snake about to gobble up a mouse. "You make me sick. This was your plan all along wasn't it?"

  Plan? What plan? Mikaela's head was steaming from the overdrive of emotions. He couldn't process how he felt– embarrassed, ashamed, broken, depressed– he had lost the most important thing in the world to him.

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