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Montag, 24. April 2017

Broken glass

Escape

Fists clenched and thumbs pushed towards the lips, she lies down inside the darkness around her. Shadows lurk around her face, creating visions of damnation and fear, while she clasps onto the last bridges. But every path breaks under her feet, her limbs constantly tremble while a stitiching pain rushes through her stomach. Still, she keeps on moving, fighting for a bittersweet relief only to reach even deeper coldness. Bruises cover her body, scars from older times are cut open again and thick blood leaves traces on her face. Words sparkle in bubbles, turning down her walls again and again and exposing every inch of her wounded self to the outer world. She hardens her shell only to have the distance dismissed by ignorance. The path leads onwards and she falls slowly but not softly further backwards. On her knees crouching forward, she closes her eyes and dives below.
While fingers dig deep into her innermost privacy, she tries to float away. Waves of pain keep her breathing as she steps aside. In her ears hollows the sound of the first exchanged words, the long kiss and the first days full of joy as the glass breaks into pieces. Shards fly amongst her uncovered, bare cheeks and she nearly craves for the punching and smacking. Thoughts rush inside her head, fantasies and dreams she once shared, once dared to talk about. Lying down inside the steep dark, her lungs fill with burning cold but there is still no escape.
One idea fixates inside her mind, as she passes by fading shades of people.Her fingers clutch among the only way she has left to walk on. Like an obscure painting lies the water in front of her. Waves curl on the shore while she slips her feet below the sand. A warm memory flickers above her eyes, embraced by love and kindness then dumped every time to fulfill needs. Another heat drips from her body but for her the flood intertwining with the wavy water only feels cold but nevertheless alluring. For a second, she turns her back again. Her eyes meet the astonished disbelief of a familiar, yet strange character whose feet now move forward.
Falling down into the eclpise, the numbness changes into a welcoming, warm embrace of the only lover left for her, death.

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