Splinters chip off my broken bones, marrow oozes. Blood swells in my pours. I feel nothing? Shock fades, I'm still conscious. Still breathing.. My glossy eyes flutter, trying to focus. I inhale, not air. The pain, That all too familiar pain. My hollow chest cavity fills with the fog of memory and realization. My pulse quickens. There's a voice "fuck it, at least you can still feel something" I sink, recoiling my body into the tiniest ball. Temples in between shaky knees, arms crossed over bruised and bloody shins, fingers cradling tired ankles. For 3 days I sat in that position. Remembering you, and absorbing every minute of this cruel joke that life played on us.
I'm going back to bed now.