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Circuit Breaking

In my dreams, there was completeness. In reality, there was cold, biting solitude. Solace. I remember exhaling, and it seemed like all the tension and sadness and frustration just left my being.  

The answers are in the wind. The closure I require is in the numbers. There is peace that exists in the static. So I reach inside, and I desperately grasp. The static just slices at my arm, and the pain of being cut and thrashed at in violent chaos just makes me go numb.. now, I have to tear the circuitry out from myself.
I have the overwhelming desire to die.  
Let me bleed right here. By myself. I have faith on my side, at the end of the day.  
I saw the mirror. I broke the mirror, I punched it, I kicked it, then I fucked it. the shards of glass floated alongside my body, chest up, head hanging. These dull, scarred wrists go limp in antigravity.  
Solace. Floating. Emptiness. Hollowness. I could feel the moon.
I slice myself open again. I reach deep inside myself to pull the mass of tangled wire and circuitry out, but to no avail. This is my titanium nightmare. This is the horror I feel deep inside myself.
Written by hammind (sarah jean)
Published | Edited 5th Dec 2018
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