Page 217 of Between Passion and Revenge: Part Two
The sound of my heart breaking
is your flesh hitting the earth?—
and the crushing truth that
no plea,
no prayer,
no curse against fate
can halt the inevitable crash.
HOUR ONE
HOUR TWENTY-FOUR
How am I supposed to keep breathing?
DAY THREE
I watched the sun rise.
It felt like a betrayal.
DAY SEVEN
I finally slept.
Woke up screaming.
DAY TWELVE
Come back to me.
Come back to me.
Come back to me.
DAY THIRTEEN
I’m trying to be strong, but I’m dying.
FORTY-NINE
STORM
I’ve been sent to Hell.
That’s the only reason I can think of for the searing pain in my arms and at the back of my head. Something annoying blows at my face, and I try to bat it away.
Except when I lift my arm, it flops right back down.
My eyes shoot open.
Well, I tell them to shoot open. Instead, I’m greeted with hazy vision and eyelids that only want to move in fractions.
“Whaaa…” I grumble, trying to get my dry lips and tongue to work.
