Forget

Hate is a small feverish sticky child it’s twin is jealousy. Both smelling of fear and stale sweat. Clinging to my neck exhaling sickly sweet breath into my face. I fight to tear them off before they smother me.

I wake up. My stomach is sour. Bitter acid burns the back of my throat.

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