He started walking…
The snow had been falling,
But he didn’t care.
He had become
Numb to all his senses.
Blurred lines, insignificant details
On the left… on the right.
He allowed himself to befriend disparity.
Over & over, the scenarios raced
Through his mind.
He grew weak, sickened by his
“What was he thinking?!” he asked
“How did he go through with it,
Knowing darn well how Vanessa
Would feel?!” He disguised himself.
The road grew darker, almost as
If his skeletons had joined him.
They devilishly cackled.
He had lost; they had won.
Again, and again, over & over.
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“It is not the the bruises on the body that hurt. It is the wounds of the heart and the scars on the mind.”
― Aisha Mirza