Discarded memory pursues and abandons, a sour scent falling through an empty room. Tired, unwanted, I rest within grieving borders, edges crumpled in agony. Pillows cradle heads, and lights go dark to hide their shame. Staring into the darkness of a blank wall, I clench my jaw.
Forgotten, repressed, are the details of what happened, swimming now in viscous history. Yet still the pressure, fear and betrayal, bellow through with agony. My tongue passes my lips to taste familiar salinity, I am blinded by red walls and boxes on the floor.
Did I really lose an island? A bloom of flowers? I can recall a light, a youth, something I had before. But I am now isolated, guarded and hostile. The water is gone, I am lost in the dry sand.