Anaesthetizing.

There is a momentary lapse from my positivity. This interval keeps broadening.

It is a perfectly layered stack of jabbing knives. I conquer one to feel another.

I feel a numbness, probably a defence mechanism to the run through that alerts me.

I juggle these knives on my chest to get chosen for the stab and not to have chosen it.

 

 

 

 

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