Smashed, Slapped, and Mostly Beaten

This is just the exploration of a fleeting thought I had one night while reflecting on past relationships. It's broken into five separate parts, just like acts in a play. I did it as a means of showing the passage of time between thoughts/events.

 

You laughed.

I found it funny to see your mouth open and close.

Was it really so funny?

No.

I smiled and elected to stay behind.

The world passed quickly and I took it all for granted.

We ran; hand in hand.

I leapt at the chance to please you.

You took it all; I allowed.

“Are you well?”

No.

“Are you happy?”

Happy?

 

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The year was fast.

I made it go on and on in my memory.

One day I stopped to think.

Rain fell.

I searched for shelter and found you.

Hidden and warm, but not dry, I huddled to hide.

“Don’t worry.”

Alright.

“I’m here with you.”

I know.

 

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It lasted and lasted.

I was certain it was eternal.

My eyes starred; they were blind.

I saw light; only light.

Strange.

 

 

 

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Black.

Darkness abound.

I was no longer blind.

The light had retreated as the abyss surfaced.

Tears fell.

I was weakened.

Lonesome, weary, and mistreated.

Now I was sure I was in the land of death.

My shadow strode high upon soles built of lies.

A fissure cracked.

Hisses filled the emptiness of my deaf canals.

Lies!

Explosions. Eruptions. Dishonesty.

 Corruption.

My cloak was lost!

Dreams were mist, formed by sin.

Thoughts became shards and splinters;

Penetrating flesh, defying barrier and protection.

Every word a slice; cutting deeper and bleeding more fiercely.

I lay; withering.

Dying.

 

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A dream.

Eyes were awoken.

Thoughts are broken.

You are lost.

My heart aches; I stand.

Strength returns.

My love is mine.

My thoughts, defined.

Hope remains.

For now; drained.

“Have you found yourself?”

Not yet.

“Do you need some help?”

 

 

NO.

Author's Note

Remember: This is set up like a thought might occur; sporadic and quick.