Not sure about the pace, but the rhythm is right.

I see you on a curved stage, the ground gritty. Concrete.

White lights illuminate a perfect circle around you. For a second it seems as if the glowing circle is swallowing you, and your shadow is tethering your body to the lip of a well. But then the illusion goes away, and there you stand.

You again.

There is noise. I try to pay attention, but I can’t.

I am distracted by your skin. It is shiny like glass. I can see your blood rivering its way through your body, collecting in pools and spraying itself against the tendons of your muscles — which are clenched.

I am jarred, un-nerved by your scars.

I See You


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