I always feel your gaze
scraping into my thin veins,
even when you're absent
that feeling still remains.
I always feel your judgement,
in your condescending wake.
You have no right to tell me
all these changes I must make.
I sometimes feel your stutter,
see you tremble in despair
and only now I've realised
we live the same nightmare.

She let her eyelids drop and was dancing by the lake again; it was spring, insects were humming in the long grass and she was in love.