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Bathroom break

I never really got up off that bathroom floor.

Physically; I did.

I uncovered my ears, stood up, unlocked the door, and let him in.

Moved past him and out into the room, escaped down the stairs. Packed all my shit and finally left.

But I never really left that place.

My spirit stayed there. It died there. It's stuck in time there.

I move between people, and places and bathrooms; I look into mirrors.

But I don't really know what I'm looking at anymore. I don't recognise her; this woman in the mirror.

She's not me, not the person I used to be.

The woman I was before is still hunched over in fear on that bathroom floor.
Written by JustinedeLange (Justine)
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