38. I Stilled
I Stilled
Everything around me felt thick
and heavy as though
I could not breathe and my heart was
about to stop. We were immortals.
How could this happen to one
of us? I felt myself falling to the
ground, tears unable to form, blurry
vision, throat tight like a thousand
different storms trying to break
through my skin. I wanted to crawl
outside of this hurricane-skin
that was holding me in.
‘Are you saying,’
I whispered,
‘that my mother
is dead ?’
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