i force myself into the smallest possible space, pacing inside the black cube of my mind, words and thoughts too extreme to be turned into actions fly from the walls to weaken my defense mechanisms. i can't erase these thoughts of your mouth. watching you walk toward me, watching you walk away the chain grinds against my skin as the images flicker in my skull - dreams turn to ash in my hands and i know i'm afraid to feel. i'm afraid of you because these words exist. the ones i write about are the most dangerous, but to feel the heat of your breath would make the apocalypse seem worthwhile.