Therapy

A cracked pane in the window. My face. Soaked in white light. Older now. Sliced and refracted. How can I look into those eyes?

The moment happened and everything changed. I am here. Somewhere. Nowhere.

A train clatters along the tracks beneath the window. Brutal fucking behind cardboard walls. The music has stopped, for now. The night breeze disturbs the stained net curtain. My broken face swept away by her ghost. I turn back to the keys. Some pain dispelled in the blur of my fingers. Drowning in the reflection of words.

I breathe my regret. Suffocate in a now, defined by a moment. Each passes by, and is replaced by the same. Heart beats in time, until the heart beats no more. The moments continue. But not in this world.

Therapy

stewbac

Joined December 2007

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