~Morticia~
The house spoke of pure silence, and nothingness, everyone was sore and they decided to stay on their own which was preferable because, I wasn’t prepared to talk with anyone, my heart still aches and It felt like I had swallowed a bowl of sharp razor blades, freshly brought out of a furnace.
It peeled its way to my stomach and it made me vigorously nauseous and irritated. I was tired, too tired to even sleep.The trauma was too much to reminisce on. And worse of all, all the memories I had gathered were with those who rejected me.
The fantasies…
Standing from the bed, I dragged myself outside, still deranged with emotions, and no place left to go, the only thing I saw myself as, was a luggage of trash, I had no place to go, nothing to do, staying handicapped wasn’t my thing.
