Thinly veiled “emotions” quickly turn to lies behind a scorned keyboard. More defamation than inconvenience.
Caretaker I feel so unsafe in my own home. I offer the red , the red bright red eyes they are still watching me, the knowledge of what was hidden behind a veil of deceit, lies. The dark. The never ending dark. The metal click of the only lock on the only door in the house. My one divider between him and I is gone tmrw and I am left alone once again. Will it ever stop? Will I ever heal? I need to move out faster than I physically can... I have no where else to turn to.