Compulsion

Your words repeating, beating against my mind

Alone or in a crowd your face is easy to find.

A sip of poison. A blade to the chest.

Nothing will cure this. I’m obsessed.

 

Obsessed

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. Sumyanna says:

    Wow – wonderful write!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. caillenjames says:

      Thank you so much. I’m glad you enjoyed it.

      Liked by 1 person

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