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Are you okay? What’s wrong?
I laid there. Frozen. Numb. Incapacitated.
Curled into a fetal position.
Arm clasped tightly around myself.
Please, please say something
I can’t, I can’t tell you.
I can’t form the words.
I can’t make my mouth move.
He laid his head there, against my back.
My eyes staring dead ahead.
Glazed over. Fixated on nothing.
I could feel my heartbeat slowly.
He shifted his body to hold mine closer.
I held my breath.
My heart seemed to slow.
I released slowly.
Babe, please. Please please.
Talk to me…
I wish I could. Trust me.
But my body is shut down.
Incapacitated. Frozen.
What’s bothering you?
How can I help?
But you can’t help this.
I’m locked in.
Locked in by my own mind.
Please. I love you.
About the Creator
Colorful Chaotic
I write to keep the demons at bay.


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