my nails are chewed down to the quick, but i am clawing my way out
of darkness, and of overwhelming light
it seems like i’m not moving until i look back.
By Bry LeBerthon
“. . . waiting . . .”
Fiction. Based on a True Moment I Wished Would Pass.
This journal entry is inspired by true events. Some of the characters, names, businesses, incidents, and certain locations and events have been fictionalized for dramatic purposes. Any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental and unintentional.
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feet or fingers.
the hole in your jeans.
‘shake it off.’
The click of
of your shoes.
of a clock on a wall.
to go off.