They told me I wasn't sick.
Even when i hear him clacking his teeth, even when i smell blood everytime i close my eyes. They told me i wasn't sick when i curl up screaming, hands covering my eyes when i see him knocking on my window pane. They told me i wasn't sick when i couldn't breathe because he's sitting on my chest. I wasn't sick when he hands me a knife and told me to kill myself. I wasn't sick when i feel him asleep inside me.

I wasn't sick.
I wasn't sick.
It's not real.
I'm not sick.


The smiling demon

by fluidity


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