Found myself on the side of the road
Barefoot
In a house coat
A slow trickle of blood down my thigh
A reminder I picked you
Car stalled because of lack of petrol
The emotional decision to physically drive away
Thwarted by the practical need of gasoline
The abrupt decision
That manifested like a demon possession
The need to put distance
To anything that you have touched
Laughable when I realized
I cannot leave my skin behind
No matter how fast
Or how far
I drive
When someone has imprinted their fingerprint
On every aspect of you
Because you let them
It is not a matter of letting go
It is a matter of giving up
And an exorcism
My last request before my phone died
“Let us be amicable strangers
Who never cross each others paths.
Don’t sell me any more dreams
Peddle your snake oil elsewhere
The only currency I have left is my soul
You already took my pride and dignity
Discard this empty vessel,
It has nothing left for you”
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