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rupture when it once seemed solid

Nina Thompson

December 2020
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i’ve always viewed this earth with the lens of affection
each moment crowded with euphoria
looking in the mirror
seeing a familiar face staring back

if i look close enough
i can see the bliss in my eyes
practically overflowing
the remains drip down to the earth
sweet honey on saturday morning toast

a warm blanket coats my tender being
the feeling of joy and contentment
quickly floods my body
leaving me with an emotion
best described as lovingness

my soul feels utterly immortal
until one day
it doesn’t

the “eternal” state of ecstasy
abandons me and my premature trust
without warning
i am left in a state of dismay
feelings toward the world transition

the world is loud and bright
every whisper creeps into my spine
all eyes are facing me
menacing and frightening
the fluorescent light bulbs blinding
so fierce i can’t hear my own thoughts

every breath drains my body
my chest caves in as i rapidly sink
farther down each second
the world gets darker with every labored breath
half alive my only thought is
i’m going back

for better or for worse
soon enough
i will be the girl looking in the mirror again
barely having a single recollection of these moments thinking
how could i ever despise the beauty of living?

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