I cannot feel the overwhelming horror that coils deep in the darkness of my soul. I do not know how to move past the way my feet stay frozen in the ground.
You look up. And there is no sky only blood.
You look down. And there is no ground only bone.
A girl walks through the night holding out a lantern. That girl is not you.
The sunlight burns hot around you and you almost don't see it, the heat of July dripping down in a sour-sickly, watery-sticky concoction.
Everything's beautiful. Everything's beautiful. Everything is just fine and beautiful.
Never mind that the world is a swirling mass all around me. Never mind that I can barely walk straight. Never mind that there's a hand around my wrist holding me in a vice-grip. Never mind that something deep inside me is telling me to run.
I am exactly where I'm meant to be. The only place where I can be.
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