Fog / Panic

You are the stuttering mist of breath
From the ghost in my head.
You speak softly in a whisper;
Then scrape teeth against asphalt.
You are the toxic fumes I breathe while trying to escape;
The requiem played
As you spit on my grave.
You are a laundry list of choking hazards.
You are haunted visions screaming in my ear.
You are violent shaking and bloodshot eyes.
You never stop.
You never end.

You never.

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