this voice…
your voice…
draws me near…
haunts me at night…
making me re-think my steps…
twisting the blade ever so gently…
this voice…
this voice…
your voice…
I cannot run from…
forcing me to listen…
hushed tones…
pregnant pauses…
this voice…
this voice…
your voice…
unheard by others…
I was chosen…
a cut never felt so good…
then silence…just silence…
this voice…
dmseay 
Torturesome, yet addictive; seems a knife to the back, or “a good kind of pain”, or the sensation as a reminder… Nice writing, DM Seay.
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