Beautifully broken.

I held my memories of you with trembling fingers, and started drawing my own scar.

I started from the point of no return – my head – housing all the fantasies I once created of you. I went all the way down to my eyes and drifted: above, below, at the corners… like an eye liner dancing in the shadows.

Eyes opened, then eyes closed. Eyes wide opened, then… blind eyes.

And down again… to the lips. The line got blurred with every breathe exhaled. It’s the steam, perhaps. Breathe in… breathe out… inhale… exhale… then down again… to the neck.

Pause.

Warm up!

Then dancing in circles around my neck. First round… second round… third round… and counting, until my whole neck was covered. The scar became a scarf, a beautiful dazzling red scarf.

Then down again… to the heart.

I breathe with every passing second, but so heavily. I fed my memories of you for so long, until they became a burden.

Sigh!

It’s not air that I gasp but the nebula you transformed into. A bright shiny smothering dust. I’m suffocating. My lungs – a gigantic fluffy mass – are stuffed with toxic matters desperately pleading the heart for oxygen. First round… second round… third round… and beating…

The ink splashed, and the scar became scars.

Sigh!

My trembling fingers seized to move and the memories fell… like snowflakes.

I remember when I talked to you not so long ago, I felt like something has brought my pieces back together. But now you disappeared, and I waited… and waited… and waited… until your absence untied my pieces again.

You left me… beautifully broken.

Thank you.

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