Really new. As in, I got out of bed last night with inspiration to write this.
Panting.
Stale, humid air.
No cracks for light.
Or oxygen.
Panting.
Remnants of fabric strewn across.
Dust settling.
Exhaustion.
Panting.
Stomach rumbling.
Tears falling.
Alone.
Silence. I stared down at my body. Light poured into my vision. Going in a million places at once. Searing heat. Pain.
Blinking.
I looked down at myself.
Poked my arm.
Breathed.
I was real.
Peace Out~
Britney
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