Sometimes it feels like there’s a constant haze surrounding me.
Like something is blurring my vision.
Or someone.
A soft whisper behind me urges me to turn back.
“Don’t trust what you can’t see.”
“I’m the only one you can believe.”
“Just stay here.”
Maybe they’re right.
I should stay with them.
Right?
The haze starts to clear as I begin to turn around.
My body stops.
“You know this isn’t right.”
“They’re trying to trap you.”
My heart starts to ache begging me to listen.
A warm light caresses my skin.
The familiar haze wraps its arms around me.
“Don’t leave me.”
These words dig into my soul.
But…
I’m done.
I won’t let you control me anymore.
My life is my own.
I’m sorry.
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Karissa King
She/Her | Veteran | Art Student
My imagination is where I hide and writing is my escape from reality.
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