Mist flecks the grasses and flowers bend around me. I stumble past secret worlds and silent films into the land of the unwanted. They place a wreath of sweat over me as I enter.
Foggy forms press us together and I do all I can not to fall into your arms. You pull at my mind and struggle to hold my heart.
Blood pounding, twigs snap underneath us, I wrestle you to the ground until you break. I am victorious.
It's not for a while till the clouds clear and I see you for what you really are: weakness.
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