Cracks.
It always starts with cracks.
Hairline fissures breaking across skin.
Chips of terracotta chink as they flake away and hit the ground.
The gaps widen.
Ravines delving deep into the chasms of my heart.
Something glitters at the bottom.
I split.
I shatter.
I breathe.
Drown myself with an inhale.
Break the surface of an exhale.
Filled to the brim with pure oxygen.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Unfurl.
I have opened.
I am here.
I am everything.
Everywhere.
YOU ARE READING
Short Stories
Kort verhaalWelcome to my writing space, where I post random one part stories of all shapes and sizes for you to enjoy! There's a variety of everything in my mind, so there'll be a variety of everything here!
