I still feel so angry, so scared, so damp. how many months has it been. 5? 6? who knows, the point is I shouldn't still remember the feeling. something unreal cant hurt you, right? your mind should be unable the harm itself yet I still feel dry hands on every single part of my body, groping bruises onto my legs, arms, neck. i still hear countless whispers so close to my ears they might as well be cacophonous parasites of sound wriggling their way into my skull. my skin is still wet. from tears, sweat. maybe spittle from its many many tongues. my eyes still feel tightly shut even though I'm writing this.
are my eyes still closed?