I felt it. The spiritual knife. My body felt no such thrust. But my heart drowned
in its own liquid redness as it stabbed and grinded all hopes away from my body.
I felt true pain. It was nothing compared to its physical counterpart. It was
pain, in its purest form, the only terror that creates the wet scars beneath
the roofs that protect our windows of sight.
This loss, is not even the beginning.
But I have to bear this pain and tread on.
Because I have nowhere else to fall back on.
My only direction, it where the horizon ends.
And I will not stop, lest I bleed to my own undoing first.