You're walking in my direction. As mind clutters with lingering love and anger, I am so grateful for my body that keeps moving to pass you, my feet that still carry me from place to place, though I don’t know where I’m going.
Walking past you and time becomes this viscous thing, slowing down the world, removing me from it. Body still present but soul in another space, tormented and lonely. Your brief, harmless eye contact and polite smile making me sick, realizing that all I'll ever see is that menacing spark in your eye, that smirk you gave me as you disregarded my protests.
I keep walking, body still a battlefield, still destruction and chaos though my white flag has been raised. I'm tired of fighting for something that I should never have needed to reclaim.
Body still moving but a shell of who I used to be. How do I fill these empty spaces to be whole again?