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que ecchymose colore

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I am crying as I fall into sleep. the sound of bruises rushing from the inside to the outside of my skin is loud enough to wake me. there are fingers on my lips, prying me open- oh my, lips whispering that I am scared to death.

staring into the headlights is like being in a room where everything is white and you close your eyes and it's still white and you're doing nothing but breathing and it's beautiful because you're alive but you're not thinking. you're alive but you're not thinking because your brain is full of nothing. it's beautiful.

I stare.

I breathe.

I think.

I cry.

I sleep.

I wake again, shivering and curled up on the floor. my legs hurt my shoulders hurt my head hurts. the walls are sinking in and going back out again repeatedly. closing my eyes does not eliminate the pictures. the thick photographs flooding my head- the images like running film- dripping on me like ghost fingers.

sounds coming from cracks in the ceiling, from the floor, from the bed are lifting and rising over my body. they are blue, they are purple, they are yellow, they are red, and they are coming closer and holding me down. it's loud and I have to close my eyes because it hurts but I feel nothing and it's bright but it's dark at the same time. the sounds are crawling on me, dwelling in me. I itch and I pull my hair.

I am holding my hands in front of my face, trying to keep them as still as I can, but they won't stop shaking. I sit on my hands because they are assholes and I cannot trust them, but they still reach out to grab me. my legs are shaking my head is shaking.

I am shaking cold.

I am shaking still.

my eyelids fall and my body follows. the floor is cold as the sounds fade into the holes they came from.

the lights flicker and I am gone.
inspired pretty much by the whole book a million little pieces by james frey. if you've read it/ do read it, you'll see pretty much where my inspirations came from.
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ZeNessiness's avatar
the thick photographs flooding my head- the images like running film- dripping on me like ghost fingers.

mmmm.
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