Dream playing.
Her head is moving
uncomfortably.
He stirs.
He’s sighing.
He’s thinking ‘Oh God, not
again’.
‘She’s at it again.’
The Dream stops.
She startles up. She’s shaking now.
He asks what’s wrong.
Her screams echo silence and imminent disaster.
He's scared she will snap again.
Her yelling wrecks him.
Something inside snaps little by little.
“Come, come into my arms,
you’re safe”.
He whispers in the darkness.
She tilts her head.
She’s terrified.
She sees the demons again.
He can’t stand this madness anymore.
“Control yourself. Get a
grip”.
He snaps.
The cigarettes slip form his fingers.
He promised to quit.
Maybe next week.
Now they’re his only salvation.
“They’re here. They want me
to go to them.
Why can’t you see them?
Why won’t they leave me alone?
Please, stop it.
Please, understand me.
They live in my mind.
They want me dead.”
He’s angry now.
How many times the same story.
How much more can he do.
He’s falling apart.
She’s already fallen apart.
They are both in pieces.
Ruins of a scared love.
Shadows of their past selves.
They curl up into a ball.
A ball of love.
A ball of fear.
Mixed together with faith.
United by hope.
Just like the beginning of them.
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