SnakeLadyYoenai
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- Jun 12, 2014
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An arm of light flashes across my vision. Should I think?
Should I breathe?
The refuge of my mind had been breached. Terrible trips and exuberant voices seemed to hold me, my thoughts threatened to save me as I looked out into the fog. I tried harness the ever-fervent storm.
The colors of sky and water seemed to seep into my eyes. The surprise was over-bearing, the shock-- all-encompassing.
As if on cue, the door opens and he appears, his moaning filling the space between myself and the kitchen that calls to him.
I shrink into the dark, wet corner of the porch outside. The rotted wood gives me a few splinters on my feet, but I barely feel them.
The man inside tries to talk to me, but I don't feel like listening, though I can hear every word he says.
"Why didn't you clean the kitchen? What are all these papers doing on the living room floor?"
I close my eyes. No response would emit. My anger burned, my heart unfolded.
