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out of reach
looking into the face
of my wounding
features distorted
I do not recognise myself
staying still for long enough
feeling the fear
and holding myself
composing myself
out of reach
the threat of being left
in the dark
when you seek and ask for space
its unbearable tension
triggering
and pushing my anxiety level
skywards
pushing you away also
lacking the understanding
of what you need
of what is going on
inside of me
feeding the rapture
looking into the face
of my wounding
features distorted
I do not recognise myself
all I want to do now
is to hide
is to disappear
is to run
never to face my wound again
with the bandaid now off
and all bandages ripped
what am I to do?