Words: bruise, ache, ice, snap, shame
I know. I get it. I shouldn’t live in the past. I know I should move on. I don’t need reminding. They say that bruises fade and wounds heal, but the ache never goes away.
I’ve been left shaken in the wake of what happened. My heart, gradually freezing over.
Icy. Too cold to even beat. Bones so rigid they could snap at the slightest touch.
The voices are ringing in my head. They never leave me be. They just get louder and louder. The shame is suffocating.
And within myself, I know I can never be the same.
