Shatter Me

But now she’s holding a gun.

And pointing it at my heart

And I’ve fallen.

So hard

I wait too long and fall asleep.

My eyes open to 2 eyes 2 lips 2 ears 2 eyebrows.

I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction

My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together.

I’ve been screaming for years and no one has ever heard me

This is, ultimately, a story of change

Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.

Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.

Eleven
I’m so prepared for unimaginable horror that the reality is almost worse.

It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do