- A floating skull in front of me - big and brown. His eyes are dismissed and he's missing a few teeth. I ask if it's from old age. He doesn't laugh, instead he drops three more. Blood drips from the two bloody holes where a tooth once lived. I pick up the three teeth and I put them on my bookshelf. The skull comes once a night to my room - I know he is here when I can feel electric waves pulsating through my bones. For a long time I never registered that the feeling of him was because of his presence. He follows me and I have become used to his company. I never named him because he won't talk to me. The attachment I feel to him is that of a parent or guardian. I believe he is my guardian angel but I never told him that.
sep 15 2019 ∞
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