Fragment

My head is full of thoughts tonight.

I am remembering things. Fractured sort of things that leave a bitter, burning sensation in my stomach. It’s like walking in a spider’s web full of broken glass. I can’t help but get caught in sticky silken threads, following one or another until I brush a sharp bit of mirror or window. Sometimes the pain of the memory redirects me to another, sometimes I find myself transported at random, and sometimes all the broken glass just forces me to try another thread- wading through ghosts of the past till I find my way out.

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