the invisibles

    He sits there, prying his way into my soul with each breath he takes. The pain is overwhelming. The darkest envy of my heart cuts into my mind until all I can think about is how desperately I wish I could sit with him, hold him tight and tell him everything will be okay. But now I am just a shadow- slowly disappearing,

fading,

     fading

           fading,

               away.

I am an Invisible now.

   I awake, drenched in sweat. Dry tears sting warm and sticky on my cheeks
as I sit up in bed, gasping for breath. My existance freezes in time,
I have forgotten how to remember- again.
    The dreams wont stop coming back.They act like the cry of my subconscience,
screaming, fighting to be heard.


This is the thirty fifth-time I have dreamt of the Invisibles.

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