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Korzeniowski -  And Just Like That

What if...

   No one looks anymore - she wants to scream, the roars ripping through her, from the deepest part of her soul, clamoring to be voiced. She's afraid she'll come apart. Her legs feel unsubstantial. What would happen if she fell? Again, another silenced shout wrenches her insides - and she viciously thinks she'd love to bare it out in someone's face, to let them see. They couldn't know what it felt like, or they'd all be crawling. Beyond anyone's hearing, she rages - the pain is making her angry and they won't even let her cry. She could try to tell them.

    Someone takes a closer look, eyes mildly inquiring - and she smiles back, because that's what they expect. Alone, in a sea of strangers milling about their lives, and she can't even fucking cry! If they can't see it now, they don't deserve to know.

    She takes a deep breath, concentrating on the air filling her lungs and closes her eyes as her chest expands - the beast snarling and tearing inside. Not yet.

A laugh...

Talk about being original, or at least attempting to...I've got myself a blog, of all things cliche.