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Diary of Tortuous Poetic

By Monique WilliamsPublished 8 years ago • 1 min read
I don’t own this image. I never did.

October 5, 2018 11:12 pm

48 minutes 'til midnight.

I lay awake in my room.

I have a firm bed with white sheets.

No pillow.

There’s no need.

It’s just a white sheet and a white blanket.

My back I firmly placed on the mattress.

My legs are straight.

My arms are on each side of me.

My face is staring directing at the ceiling.

It’s complete darkness. Silence.

The only thing I hear is my rapid breathing.

My back aches but I don’t reposition myself.

I Ignore the pain.

I allow myself to repeat “ignore the pain.” Over and over again in my head.

My heart continues to beat at a steady pace.

I don’t move.

My back continues to ache.

I continue to breathe rapidly.

My heart continues to beat at a steady pace.

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Monique Williams

It's like being burned from the inside but the flames never made it pass my heart.

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    Written by Monique Williams