I wake into nothingness
I wake into nothingness, lacking in nourishment, without basics to survive. I do not want to die here – in the void, so I fight this. This emptiness, I cradle what’s left of my iridescent wings, put on shoes and head towards the door – a way out.
I’m half way there when a fat hand grabs my wrist, crushing the skin into bone. Another hand slams down onto my shoulder, and I’m yanked, twisted around like some unholy Barbie Doll. In pain I stumble, no longer focused on a door or wings. I retreat into the center of myself, out of breath, tired, no longer in need – of anything.
This is the space I wake into on Friday, August 21st.
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