Our lives

Our lives

are inexplicably connected

and I hate that

 

Every corner

I attempt to turn

your face

lingers, leering

with kindness and hesitation

 

I scrub myself

clean each time

emotions, face, body

 

Fear. 

afraid of you

your continued power

what I became

how I get free

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