• BLACKSERIES | no. 07 •
CRAWLING

You know you’re going too far.
You know where I draw the line.
But you don’t stop.
You twist. You push. You bite.

And I – I freeze,
and let happen what is already too late.

You know I don’t like this.
You know this is hurting me.
And yet you go on.
You pry. You pull. You press.

And I – I stay silent,
because there's nothing else left.

There is no space left in my body.
I close my eyes and drift away.
There is only black,
slowly taking me over.


• Pencil on Paper •
• 420x594 •
• Pitt Graphite Matt •

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