(Insert statement I am too afraid to write here)
The words sink in
Some unknown being clutches the pit of my stomach, twists, pulls, and lets go leaving me to hide the pain in a blank expression on my face. They can't tell at all what I feel. It's a small victory.
I continue on with my day. With my week. With my month.
Winter arrives and leaches all warmth from my bones
I am void of feeling
My words flow like blood that slows in the veins as the temperature drops
I am living everyday in
slow
m o t i o n
Grey skies. Fake laughs.
Grey eyes. Heartless craft.
I am pleading and reaching and fleeting away from this place
Heart slows at a pace
Void of hope.
I throw away pieces of myself I fought so hard to get back.
I don't want them. No one does.
