The Third Act

The plot doesn’t have to make sense
the characters, the villains blend together
they stretch and weave around the room
they evolve and move with every third breath
becoming something slightly different each time
increasingly frightening
ever so slowly
and i pause
i want to stop breathing.
i want my life to be over at this moment because while it might be fleeting
while these villains may disappear at sunrise
the alternative to living this out
sounds a lot better than this fear

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