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i shift my weight; one foot to another, fiddling with the bouquet of white roses in my hand as the doors creak open— my heart quickens and my breath hitches as i hear a slight rustling behind me— i focus my gaze towards the end of the aisle. a tear trickles from my (wide) eye, my heart steels as i lock gaze with no one. beads of sweat trickle down my (creased) forehead as i turn around with shaking hands. their stares drill themselves into me— piercing my trembling frame. the milieu before me spirals along with my whole being— pitch black. i’m wide awake—that i knew yet my mother’s quarters is filled with phantoms, her laments dulling in my ears. i no longer know if i’m awake or still in deep slumber— slowly slipping away. she (repeatedly) struck me— ripping my sanity bit by bit spreading it far from my reach yet the anguish did me more damage.
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