the key still taunts me from the back of the rattling drawer.
the darkness still whispers in my ear, “readily available.”
both your voices still stop me whenever i think about using it.
i wish you would be quiet.
i am terrified of when you finally will be.
the years go by and the rattling only grows more violent.
it is inescapable.
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