She haunts my body,
The empty cavity that acts as if breathing.
Yet a heart, still beating.
Is it the act of a machine?
For standing alone, it is a dark hole.
Strings, drawn by a puppeteer.
A shadow lurks, and tiptoes, in the shadow I cast alone.
She takes form of my own, and is close enough to capture my breath.
She makes me weak.
Stealing the sweet exhale from my lips, and hugging me tight as I
Try.
To Inhale.
Short.
Gasping.
Breaths.
She teases me with questions, leaving answers unturned.
Health, or Demon?
I know she is attached, and near
But physically?
Breaking down strength,
Until dark dreams, purpose a scare.
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