alone at 2.42

i like the feeling of bedsheets on my naked skin
lying coiled in self protection
in nothing but my underwear

where no one is watching
and no one can hear me breath, where
no one can hear me scream

i feel free
yet i feel
empty
like an abandonned house
filled with dangerous
unwanted spirits.

hand me a bucket of wet cement
before i crack again.

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