A Day
Friday was a day of fear. It started with fear and ended with fear. I hate it. It makes me feel weak and vulnerable.
In the morning I feared my own body. I experienced pain so bad it made me drip with sweat. I felt dizzy and nauseated and didn't know which way was up for a moment. The rest of the day I ached. It was dull and constant.
I go to bed fearing what might come through my window. Literal monsters under the bed and in the closets. Bailey isn't leaving my side.
I wish that things were different.
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