I am the one from yesterday. That darkdark day, that twenty-four hour day, that
"You owe me something that you took a long time ago" day.
I was the one; with the chipped nails and shining pocket knife; the one with a crooked smile and sunken cheeks; crazed eyes with the past glowing from behind and the one that spoke softly with pain. Kneeling into the dirt, clenching my fingers into the soil and your gaze shook me and my thoughts.
Looking at you, watching you stand proudly in your hazy shadow like a ghost, wearing your masked smile (I'm smiling because I don't want to) like a second skin and,
I said, with a voice I didn't recognize
"You're going to wish you didn't wake up today"
Yesterday was a long time ago.
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