I have a concrete body
And a restless soul,
A rib-caged heart
And lungs of coal.
The tide changes
In my bloodstream.
Ruffled heart feathers
Screaming run, change, move.
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Via Daily Prompt: Tide
Tag: trauma
Before and After Me
A stack of photographs lie on the floor. I pick one up. A girl. She is smiling and she is happy. There is laughter in her eyes. She is loud and bold. She is bright and colourful. Vibrant.
She is me, but I hardly recognise her.
She is me.
Before.
I pick up the next one. There is a smile, but the eyes are different. She holds a knowledge in them now, a certainty that the world is little bit worse than she feared. Her light has tapered off.
She is me as I am now.
She is me.
After.
