She's falling.
She can't see the ground.
She can't see from where she fell, but she knows she's falling.
She remembers the way he looked at her.
The way he smiled.
She remembers how he looked away,
The way he looked at someone else.
She remembers the early days;
the honeymoon phase.
She remembers the last days;
the funeral.
ground.. There was a time when she was happy.
Now she remembers coming home early.
Her heart used to be complete.
Now she remembers their bedroom.
The chime of 3, normally 5.
The squeaks and pounds.
The smell of sweat,
The smell of blood.
She remembers why she's falling.
She remembers the one-way glass.
She remembers the strapped chair.
She remembers the prick at her neck.
Darkness
She hits the ground.
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Rants and Poems
PoetryThis is a book of all of my rants, comments and bullshit that doesn't deserve an author's note nor a large space on my front page.
