Imagine bird feet, not legs just feet about the size of your hand and always just beside your right foot.
You can run, cycle, fly, swim but the feet will follow you.
If you look for long enough you'll see them move. If you listen long enough you'll hear them speak.
Softly at first, growing louder and louder the longer you stare saying all the things you thought nobody knew about you.
All the things you've thought when you were angry beyond all reason, when you wish you could just choke the life out of someone, when you kill someone over and over and over again in your mind.
The feet speak. The feet follow. They grow.
You can run, cycle, fly, swim but the feet will follow you.
If you look for long enough you'll see them move. If you listen long enough you'll hear them speak.
Softly at first, growing louder and louder the longer you stare saying all the things you thought nobody knew about you.
All the things you've thought when you were angry beyond all reason, when you wish you could just choke the life out of someone, when you kill someone over and over and over again in your mind.
The feet speak. The feet follow. They grow.
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