This is what it feels like to be alone.
It feels like a wild bird caught inside my stomach, fluttering and scratching. In my brain, it's a ticking time bomb, seconds away from exploding. My heart a tiny field mouse, trapped between the paws of a curious house cat. Oh, my heart... a broken, aching thing, beating but barely in tact.
The gnawing pain of it all is shocking, how thoroughly each nerve is absorbed, soaked in it. An elephant on my chest, needles in my eyes. I think about a razor cutting my skin, how clean it would be until the blood would finally rush out of the wound, as if it had been sleeping as the razor passed, and slow to wake.
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