the masks of time

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“The Mask”

TW: Death mention. I think that’s it?

Word count: 2,691

so i had this assignment in class to write a narrative about anything and… well i might’ve taken it a lil too far.

the title has some form of significance but now?? it’s slightly less relevant. u know what im sayin? but yea i hope yall like this read.

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Was chatting a little with @junebugninja about random kabby thoughts and the one I had while watching their conversation was that in saying taking a life should never be easy, both of them as we’ve seen don’t like the killing that’s been happening for awhile now. And even Marcus as pragmatic as he can be is wanting to change it. But the clocks ticking and desperation has kabby in a corner. The first we survive then we find our humanity again sounded like you and I will bear this sin together and we’ll endure it together. They understand each other so well and since saying things like this so many times where their masks are off to one another it’s as natural as breathing now with them.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.