Gabby

Isle of Man

The bubbling tar beneath her skin—always beneath her skin—shakes her limbs. And even if she’s there, she’s not really. She lives in the shadows. And each day that passes those shadows get darker and darker yet again. The shadows we were meant to leave behind 5 years, four months and 24 days ago. Yet still I find her lost in them— encompassed by her past— our past— a curse that melts her brain and it seems as if it’s getting hotter and hotter each passing day. I’d go even as far to say that it might be dangerously hot…life threateningly so. Perhaps it’s like an ocean of fire blazing a trail across her psyche, destroying everything in its path. Everything it touches.