She takes his feet while he's asleep. She can't stand on her own.
He's her fucking stepping stone.
The more he realizes that she's merely an apparition, the more he feels real.
The more he tries to disappear, the more visible he becomes.
He crawls to cover, dragging his legs behind him.
She's always there to press her foot into the back of his head, forcing his face into the Earth.
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