My body fades as my chest burns and grows into a garden of flaming rage
Words repeat as I am reminiscing and the voices become louder.
Weakness spreads through my veins and these chains bundle up in a blanket of power I can not fight.
I hear voices inside my head, saying” it’s your fault they’re lost.”
The garden of flaming rage turns in guilt
The flames burn because of the cold freezing snow
and my body reappears with scars of shame
I stop to tremble as I let the cold air take my oxygen from my lungs
until I can not feel
