when you're strong enough to feel the power from within.






Feeling the gazing eyes on my body. Penetrating my bones. Like a drill when you're laying on the operationtable. But not fixing the fracture. Rather breaking the bones.

I'm facing the ground. Clasping against the wall. Making you space. Swallowing my beating heart. Tensing my muscles. Being prepared. Being the hunted deer while you're the beast of prey. Knowing there's no escape.


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