Tuesday, 7 May 2013

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.

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