You can break my window but not my soul.
The one who carries all the burdens on your shoulders.
The one who doesn’t fall apart.
The one that worries for her loved ones, but never really tells them how.
Narcissist by Gabby Salazar (2008)
…the point of that blade deeper into my throat. I had the contrasting feeling of the cold metal blade and the heat of his breath melting my ear as he whispered softly one more time “Go inside or I will kill you.” I didn’t want to die.
What’s your defense mechanism? We all have one. If you haven’t pinpointed it yet, it’s okay, but maybe take some time for self exploration. Meanwhile, let me share mine with you:
Tic toc, tic toc
I’m late. Oh, no.
Coffee, purse, shoes…