Crasher

I tossed you out

but you got in again

(somehow)
skulking

sneaking

slipping

through the cracks

and in between

the interstitial spaces

of my brain,

insinuating

yourself

into my soul. 

An unwelcome guest

(discarded fantasy)

no more substance than

vapor

air

or smoke,

but you asphyxiate me

just as surely

as if

you were real.

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