Another crack tears through me, painting my body with more lighting-shaped scars.
I’m falling apart.
I'm crumbling,
I'm scared,
I’m breaking,
I am falling.
Falling apart, that is.
I watch as the fractures spread across my pained body, I watch them as they remind me of a river. I lively river with water dancing around the rocks, cool water washing over mud and stone. Speckled frogs amongst aquatic plants. Small fish weave through the waters, navigating it like it's what they live for, like this game of swim, dodge, follow the current is what they live for.
But rivers are for drowning. For falling into.
I was okay, I was fine for an instant, but now I know, now I remember, that I am falling.
Falling apart that is.
I am falling apart.