Your words break my grip
as I feel myself slip
under the waters of
my irrational mind.
Time is slowly stripped
from my consciousness
as my lungs fill with
a warmth that numbs
my senses blind.
Bit by bit, you fade
from existence,
your words falling into the abyss
of the distance between
your eyes and mine;
and I'm lost inside.
YOU ARE READING
Letter To My Past Self
Non-FictionThese are several short stories about my life. There are several triggers such as rape and PTSD.
