3 weeks, 21 days, 24 hours a......and with each second I'm fallinggaining more depththe fall becoming faster & harderexcept there is no flailing or unheard screamsas i know that when i finally grace the bottomthere you'll bearms extendedheart staked at four cornersin use as a landing stripto catch memissing?impossiblewhat is a challenge to obtain[o it wasa challenge]we've already masteredthere you'll be.there you are.in waiting to wrap your arms around me.
Shrieking. Why are they sc...Shrieking. Why are they screaming? My eyes struggle to focus on the surroundings. What little vision I'm allowed is limited. Figures are prying three year olds out of metal boxes. My ghostly fingertips graze cold steel. Appalling enough, I'm also wearing a technological leash. The university videos explaining the procedure mentioned nothing about metal restraints. Terror, toddlers, and piercing wails were definitely excluded in the teen geared adds promising a better life if you're willing to be surrounded by ice for a good number of years. The top to my metal structure closes. What happened to a dry run? It's past my waist. As I fight sleep it occurs to me that I am likely drugged. A good fighter always goes down fighting. My father's words echo through my skull. I answer him because no longer can I distinguish the line between reality and dream. I'm your fighter Dad. I fight. Until the darkness overcomes me and my metal coffin's sealed, I fight.Harsh florescent light pounds a
your unsent letterDear you & you alone,Get the fuck out of my thoughts. Stop fading in and out of this sitcom I refer to as my life. I'm sorry you took the train straight to crazytown the last few weeks of our relationship but you did. Denial doesn't solve problems.Yes, the feelings are still there. They've festered. Congratulations, you still have the ability to hurt me. Sadly for you you sadistic bastard [I don't mean that] this is round two. I'm aware of your fight patterns and can throw the punches back to you in a perfect sequence that will undeniably send you toppling over your own lies, my wasted months, and your so called devotion. This time I'm not making with the crazy. No punching mirrors. No hating myself. No rivers of tears. [They'll only come by the bucket full now.]I love you. I'm in love with you. I'll probably always be. Hah, don't think that means you win. I can get over these feelings. I can move on. Fuck that, I will move on. When you cease to get a response and our eyes finally m