Épilogue

I feel my soul detach from the length of my bones. I hear echoes of screams from hell. I see broken strobe lights across the lake as the aura of dead sailors raids the air. I've seen the night captivate the naive, eroding values with habits. I feel the spur of loneliness occupy crevices where your love used to live, now drug-infested, feeding off of whatever your absence has left of me. I feel my body gradually give up on me, sending bits of itself to the grave, inconsiderate of the fact that I don't feel ready yet.

Photocredit: Heartbreakur" by the artist notahippy