Stranger

The fear made my bones tremble, my skin burned, thousands of bugs writhing in my gut, clawing at my insides.

The memories didn’t fade, they only deepened. My past feels like a mirage a false dream, a fantasy or maybe an imaginary land.

My soul screamed, but my mouth was sealed shut. Not with words, but with stitches. Stitches not just on my skin, but sewn into my life.

But now— I don’t feel the misery nor the pain. What I’ve forgotten isn’t the hurt, but comfort. My eyes are now blind, My skin? Numb. I am a stranger in my own body.

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