The middle of the world

I will be here in the safest of places.
Right in the middle where nothing can reach me, on the vast mass of land surrounded by beige, up high off the valley below.
I will be here suspended by the gravity of the center of my universe.
I will be here looking out at the weary world,hoping for the best and expecting the worst perfecting the verse, shielding the curse.
I will be here thinking of you.
I will think I'm in the clear until the strong red threads start to pull tighter, a comfortable numbness turns into a tingly stab, my soft warmth evolves into a blistering heat.
I will feel like my breath is fleeting until,
I fend off the sheet.

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