She and her Darkness

“My heart weights minimum a tone
An army’s feet pounding on my head..”

Voices seemed to pass through me like echoes. They resonated a few seconds in my chest then faded away, leaving me empty and dead.
I sat with my eyes closed and felt like I was suffocating, breathing a scent that reminded me of sulfur. The continuous pain in the left side of my chest reminded me my heart was still beating, somehow. My mind was haunted with memories, parts of words that had no sense.
I tasted venom in any touch and my flesh ached, paralyzed in fainting. I didn’t know how to pull myself out of the thorns.
I couldn’t speak, but my mind kept repeating: God, it’s so easy for you to walk away..

(…)

In the night’s chilled breeze I could feel a small breath of life, coming back to me, and the diffuse scent of moonflower somehow pulled me out of the trance that took over until then

“Maybe I’ll wake up one day to notice
that all my life was just a dream…”