The Writer

 

Touch my hand

I will transport you

No more real world

No more problems

Be someone else now

Feel what they feel

Wear

Their

Skin

Isn’t it comfortable

Living vicariously

Isn’t it soothing

To watch someone else suffer

Guilt free

To spy on them in bed

To leer at their relationships

To know all their private jokes

To feel them holding hands

To watch them hurt each other

To watch them hurt themselves

Doesn’t it feel good

To be helpless

To be God

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

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