pissedoffmkfan1995

0 My winding hall of memory, Lined with portraits of you * * * "Wake up, Sister." A touch on her shoulder casts off the veil of sleep, and the day rushes in. She cannot see the light coming until it blinds her. Cannot feel it until it burns. This is the way she knows the blade which pierces her abdomen. Arms go numb. Legs, too. Body inert. But she is still trapped inside. She forces her body to cry out, because the Pain is not a dream anymore. Not like it used to be. Now it is real, and it erupts from inside of her. This frightens her. This Immobility. The not knowing until it is there, until it is too late. The blade burrows into