Run away till you can't feel your legs below you, till your skins is numb with sweat and words are far behind you. But you didn't run you stood there and let the hurt rush in and the pain take hold and words mumbled under tears your lungs struggling to keep up with your heart
Pressure turning behind my skull, white spots blink in front me, memories? Pain? Painful words about to spew? Calm yourself, cry hard, bite your tongue, run away.
Slowly each wound begans to crack, seething pus and blood are exposed under dry, peeling skin. Healing scars are cut fresh and empty eyes pool with seething anger, painful remembrance increases. Words slice while arguments of understanding are stomped underfoot.