A Fight

The hours feel painful. Each tick of the clock is a pinprick until they have decorated my skin in streams of red. My phone sits beside me, the elephant in the room. Sometimes it disappears under my pillow. Out of sight, out of mind, right? But let me ask you this: if you had an elephant in your house and locked it in a bedroom, would that make you forget?

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