He's waiting.
Silently watching my every move as if I'm a killer on the loose.
He's waiting for the right moment- waiting for me to make the perfect mistake.
Then, he'll attack.
As if he was designed to create black holes to suck me in as punishment for one wrong move.
But what he didn't know was, he's already falling.
He was already caught- forever trapped in one spectacular show I've created just for him.
The wait had been long over.
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The Writer and Her Daydreams
PoetryA prose and poetry collection where dreams transform into something real.
