what if the wind was a knife?

What if the wind was a knife?Swooshing aroundSlicing invisible cutsInside you, right through youEveryday What appears to bea breeze to everyone elseis lethal for you Thousands of invisible cutsCountless invisible cuts No one can understandThey ask, “What’s the matter?”Because they can’t see you bleeding That same wind that circles you like a hitmanTransforms into a calming breeze in others’ presence It’s like waking up to the barrel of a gunWith heavy invisible bullets that never leave a markNot even a scratch of proof of their crimes Sometimes the wind is strongAnd sometimes it’s barely there When it’s gone for a whileIt hits you with even more brute force when it returns It knocks you off your feetYou’re always bracing yourselfFor the next gust It feels inevitableAnd unstoppableLike you’re incapableLike even the strongest walls can’t keep you from this wind This is emotional abuseThe wind and me This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit thenuancediaries.substack.com/subscribe