DisconnectedA Story by AlisonA mess of paragraphs about an event of childhood.
Jumbled.
My field of flowers has wilted and my beautiful ,galloping horse rots as it sinks below the ground. My dreams are not that of good will and adventure but of cold, pinching fingers, invading and seizing me. Her pain is inflicted on me, his power swells my body, and ignites each nerve with the fire of hatred. There’s no silence, every motion whispers to me. Her cries frighten me and his tremors pull me down, down to his web. This infection is real. I feel it crawling in me.. I see dirty, faded fabric.. I smell her breath stale and dry.. I taste the salty sweat of human skin.. I hear the laughter of my mother. This pain surges through me. Engulfing me in a cloud of black. I see my tears and I see myself watch each crystal drop. I’m too tired. I feel my strength, confidence and reason slip into unknown place. A place I cant imagine. I’m hollow, a empty shell of what I used to be. I cant control myself, I cant control anything. She’s hiding behind me, holding my hands and covering my eyes. She tugs on my strings and I become her doll. I am a pitiful creature trying to survive. I can’t see her, but I feel her here. And when I go numb, I don’t worry because I know she’ll save me. © 2010 AlisonAuthor's Note
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