No

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.

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