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There is a presence

a foreboding breeze

smell the stench of treason

I am not alone

it's everywhere

I feel something piercing

through my chest

from within

it's smothering my lungs

and it's getting harder to breathe

my vision is blurring

an ache is running through my eyes

I see white lights and silhouettes

I try to focus

There is nothing

there is no one

you may be alone now

branches are cleaving through my flesh

you cannot leave

and my hair, my nails, my teeth

they're giving space to the leaves

my legs are heavy now

hopeless

covered with flies

the forest will end you

I am the block locust