The words freeze throat as you speak. Tears gather at the pain. But you force them out and hope they will take with them the torment you feel.
Words gather, and your stomach clenches around them. Tries. It tries to contain them. To keep the darkness from being released. From corrupting the life it touches once released into the air.
But neither do you want them inside you, festering, rotting you from within.
You scream, torn, agonized, the decision waiting with a smile as cruel as the words you have formed.
Being sick has completely thrown me off course. I missed my usual Wednesday post, and I’ve barely been active the past few days. I apologize if I was late in replying to your messages. And if I missed it completely, I’m deeply sorry! I do my best to reply to each and every one of your comments! I appreciate the time you took to share your words!