Prompt 8, Hour 6

Her husband reminds her to go to the store.

She goes, holding her purse.

She browses the clearance aisle.

And suddenly, the world spins.

Colors blur.

Her body resembles an earth quake.

Walls go up in her head.

And she can’t remember

how to breathe.

She had fought the darkness for so long,

pulling her under

as if the sky has fallen.

Her thoughts were arrows pointing at her,

tearing her down,

shot after shot.

Until she wonders who she is.

What is left.

She can’t remember how to break out.

All she knows is the way back home.


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