Images flash before me…played out like scenes on a movie screen.
no. no. no. no. NO.
its useless. my words mean nothing. (because I am nothing, they remind me again and again)
Pieces of flesh fall around me. My flesh. its clinging to the walls as a reminder of what once was. Salt and blood pour from the sky and blur my vision.
(but the images remain clear in my head)
I’ve hit bottom. All thats left are bones and a tiny fragment of my heart..just big enough to keep me alive.
I am alone.
But I’m not safe.
I’ll never be safe.
The sound of your voice jolts me awake and I breathe a sigh of relief. Its over. At least for now.
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