Welshdreamer42
Flaking To Dust
Walk away. Keep walking...It’s familiar now, this feeling: a heart squeezed by invisible hands, phantom fingernails tearing at flesh that pounds with desperation. Misery squashing lungs like a squeezebox, expelling breath in stuttering gasps. Tears, blurring vision, running in rivulets over stained cheeks and quivering lips. Silently screaming, I stretch the cords that bind us until, ripped apart, the tattered ends whip back. Walk away. Keep wal...