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I'm disgusting.
The floor is cold. It's hard and it hurts. My whole body hurts, it aches. There's water underneath my fingertips.
Could I drown?
My heart hurts. And my head is trobbing, begging me. And my knees are touching my skin and hurting.
I am a nurse. I'm supposed to heal yet I endure the most pain.
And I can't treat it.
The door softly swings ajar, mocking me. And I feel the tears in my body and the unfamiliarity in my face.
I don't know how I got here or what I was supposed to do.
My heart gives out for a final moment; it stops thumping and stays inside my chest stagnantly.
I'm sorry.
I can feel the cold drops of water on my bruised hand.
It's all a memory
A fresh tattoo
A fear I could never think about
It hurts. My breath is getting weak. Or had it stopped long ago
My face is clear with a burning sensation from crying. By the second it gets harder and harder to breathe.
My hand trails under there, between thighs
I close my eyes.