Spiraling,
Cold, shivering
In pain.
The voices inside my head,
Louder.
Doubts; I’m frozen.
Glimpses
Flashbacks
I’m about to be sick
The shard of glass
Twisting & turning
More & more
Into my heart.
I see a light –
Blurry but bright,
Are you going to save me?
No! A reminder –
It’s the end; he said it’s the end
Your soul has left your body
It lies there. Can you not see?
In the Realm of the Unnamed Belle 