The Invisible Man

June 1, 2017
By Anonymous

An invisible man comes to visit me sometimes
He never stays too long, but he’s been coming quite a bit lately
He never says anything, just wrestles me to the ground and sits on my chest
A one-sided wrestling match, because I never fight back
I could never win; he’s much too strong.
He holds me down and sits on my chest,
And I can feel my ribs collapsing in on themselves,
But just as they begin to snap, he is gone and my chest slowly recedes
It sounds impossible, but I think he comes from inside me
Upon leaving, I can feel him forcing his way down my throat
His garments suffocate me and his footsteps track dirt on my tongue
I almost choke every time
But then he is gone and I am left gasping on the cold tile floor
Or drowning in my bedsheets
Hugging my heart even as I feel it clawing its way out of me,
Deathly afraid of inhibiting the same space as Him
He’s toxic, you know
Do you know?

Does he visit you, too?

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DuckLover GOLD said...
on Jun. 4 2017 at 1:41 pm
DuckLover GOLD, Winchester, Kentucky
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Be happy, not because everything you see is good, but because you can see the good in everything.

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