Intertwined
Two separate stories from one single life intertwined. One has nothing to do with the other except they were experienced by the same person and she has managed to connect the pieces that don't fit.
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Her head is half-clear, trying to slip into unconsciousness so she can start over a new day. She has tried everything but nothing seems to help. She just wants to slip into the oblivion. But then something strange arrives. Her body is being attacked. Imaginary demons with sharp tools, they stab her back, they slice her stomach. She wants to tear her flesh open, it is coming from inside.
She tries to arch her back, a brittle body drenched in pained perspiration, but by doing this, she reveals her stomach to the demons, who attack with ravenous glee.
She tries to curl into a ball but it exposes her back and they slash with knives and pluck her nerve endings to a song of pain.
She is gasping and breathing, her hands clutch the bedspreads so tightly. She has no idea what is happening, how they got into her skin. Moving across the bed, she lays in a fetal position, trying not to move, riding out each wave of pain that passes. Someone has created a voodoo doll of her, and they are bending it with their wicked palms, stabbing her stomach with needles.
Her mouth opens in a silent call for help. She is afraid. But the pain is so unnatural, she stays immobile in her bed, letting it do what it will until she is finally taken in by the dark, falling into a grateful slumber.
In the morning, she is fine. It was as if the whole thing was imagined.
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Illuminated by the flickering screen, she concentrates on everything else but. Her shoes on the carpeted floor, her arm brushing against the harsh chemically-washed material of the seat and the sound of her laughter at the scenes.
Her smile is as genuine as the conversation, she is full but she keeps on eating. She has a feeling this will not last, and this is the end.
They are speeding past in a blur, she denies everything.
It is now dark, her heart is palpitating so fast it seems to just be a single, steady, long beat. She knows she will not fall asleep. Yet she slips into bed, awaiting for the conciousness to seep away, so she can start the day anew.
The next day passed by and she is back. It was as if nothing had ever happened.
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Her head is half-clear, trying to slip into unconsciousness so she can start over a new day. She has tried everything but nothing seems to help. She just wants to slip into the oblivion. But then something strange arrives. Her body is being attacked. Imaginary demons with sharp tools, they stab her back, they slice her stomach. She wants to tear her flesh open, it is coming from inside.
She tries to arch her back, a brittle body drenched in pained perspiration, but by doing this, she reveals her stomach to the demons, who attack with ravenous glee.
She tries to curl into a ball but it exposes her back and they slash with knives and pluck her nerve endings to a song of pain.
She is gasping and breathing, her hands clutch the bedspreads so tightly. She has no idea what is happening, how they got into her skin. Moving across the bed, she lays in a fetal position, trying not to move, riding out each wave of pain that passes. Someone has created a voodoo doll of her, and they are bending it with their wicked palms, stabbing her stomach with needles.
Her mouth opens in a silent call for help. She is afraid. But the pain is so unnatural, she stays immobile in her bed, letting it do what it will until she is finally taken in by the dark, falling into a grateful slumber.
In the morning, she is fine. It was as if the whole thing was imagined.
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Illuminated by the flickering screen, she concentrates on everything else but. Her shoes on the carpeted floor, her arm brushing against the harsh chemically-washed material of the seat and the sound of her laughter at the scenes.
Her smile is as genuine as the conversation, she is full but she keeps on eating. She has a feeling this will not last, and this is the end.
They are speeding past in a blur, she denies everything.
It is now dark, her heart is palpitating so fast it seems to just be a single, steady, long beat. She knows she will not fall asleep. Yet she slips into bed, awaiting for the conciousness to seep away, so she can start the day anew.
The next day passed by and she is back. It was as if nothing had ever happened.
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