Written by Jacob Ibrag
You count down from ten while holding
onto your breath. Careful. Don’t make a sound, he
might hear you inhale. He holds you close, clenching his
fists. Four in the morning, you look towards the exit. Grab
his hand away from your heart and transplant it onto the bed.
This was all a mistake, a choice that you were never supposed
to make. He promised you the moon, the stars and everything
in between.You waited half of your life, force feeding on
his dreams. And somewhere down the lie, something
in you awoke. It was an image of his hand covering
your mouth as you tried to scream no.