You run away to only find yourself running back to me

Discarded

I feel naked and weightless.

You tug at that thing around my neck.

Shards of memories lay scattered across the cold tiled floor,

I tiptoe around them careful not to cut myself on the broken pieces.

Chained to the catacomb of fear,

The cave from where I cannot break free,

And the echo of your voice

“This will be our little secret.”

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