I was born with wires in my blood, running up the length of my body. I can feel them when I touch someone, and static runs through me, and when I turn over to fast in bed and they cut into my organs. I can feel them there, waiting. Just waiting. For now. They whisper to me at night they're going to get me. They know what I've done, and they will come for me. They're inside me, all the time. They could take me now, if they wanted. But no, they are patient, they will wait. They will lie grenades through my veins and landmines along my bones and they will wait for me to fall.
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