Nicole Johnson

Sleep has yet to sink in.
My mind angry and slowly unraveling.
Subconsciously all I want to hear is that everything will be alright—
Of course I’m far too proud to utter the words aloud.
I was starting to get to the acceptance stage and my mind began to find peace only to be placed in shackles and my heart set on fire with my pleads.
“Was I in shock?,” you asked?
A part of me, yes, while the other felt the pain before the flames hit.
I could smell the flesh quickly burning and my body withering away to nothing.
One look at you and the flames were gone, but the pain very much so apparent.
A pain no one could possibly feel, but me.