I was unable to write this at the time so doing my best to remember those first impressions
Words were fired across the room; one’s that can’t be retracted. A million cracks inside shattered. I felt each piece as they fell to the floor. Exposed, vulnerable, those remaining shards cut through to the bone. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t feel my face. I trembled. A million and one things flashed through my mind.
There was no sleep or food; i couldn’t taste my tongue.
I walked. I walked more. I walked until I couldn’t then I walked more.
There were tears. Hysterical grief. For all I’d lost of myself. For all I’d left behind for another.
Grief turned to anger turned to numbness.
These are from that first walk; the loop taken slowly with sea legs and tears.
