Sometimes, my Genie transforms into a gargantuan monster. We fight an existential battle, he devours me with his imagined scenarios, locks me inside an empty space rendering me powerless. I use my claustrophobic will to climb my way back to reality, shrinking him back to a smashable size. He tamely sits on my shoulder analyzing the world, learning from his mistakes and waiting for the right moment to strike again.

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Sometimes, my Genie transforms…

by ibrahimogen

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