Flung

You’ve been here since the beginning of this dreadful roller-coaster

With no end.

The sullen feel of you is always around me, your cold touch

On my skin.

Your every thought haunts my mind; my lips hold a curse - your words

On my tongue.

Stuck on a ride whose only ticket is yours.

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Your brazen entrance is unwelcome, the whole of you overwhelms

With darkness.

I am flung. My thoughts are enchanted by your words. I am consumed

With numbness.

I am flung. My actions are enthralled by your movements. I feel your intentions

In my fingers.

Boundaries guide you to the exit, yet onward you go.

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Thoughtlessly you set me aside, too cruel to ask:

What is it I want?

I am flung. On the edge, I hear your thoughts so often I wonder:

Are they mine?

I am flung. I am frozen. I am ready. Ready to feel something, or

Am I finally ready to feel nothing?

Deafening screams remind us - you’re completely unwelcome here.

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Darkness scatters as from my presence you depart

Just as before.

I slowly reclaim my mind and sensations as my body thaws

Once again.

A shimmering of light appears, yet, only for a moment - stuck on

This roller-coaster

With no end. The feel of you is always around me, your cold touch has me

Flung.

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