eyes down

by ty

so we start the game, chasing after blurry images of each other’s shadows down the quiet corridors with remnants of fear hanging off the edges of our dry lips. people say we’re defined by what we live for, the single thought lingering in the inch between consciousness and slumber on late nights before we tumble out of the room at the break of dawn. because from then on it’s a mad scramble, us against the world, us against each other even though our paths never cross more than the brushing of cold wrists as the adrenaline kicks in because you’re afraid of the dark when i feel at ease.

and everything changes when we pull apart and realise that we share the same shadow, and the game was never meant to prove anything.

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