there was nothing left to break of me

I watched

unable to move

as everything around me broke into pieces

for I am nothing but a broken piece myself — a shard of glass

too quickly dropped — too thoughtlessly stepped on

over and over again

I watched;

the eye of the hurricane

with every blink I submerged deeper

I watched

my surroundings spin around me;

a cross between a daydream and a nightmare

a rock trapped in an endless cycle

I watched and watched until

everything blurred

and the demons broke my door down

I watched and watched until

it sucked me into its circular hurricane;

a beautiful nightmare, a horrendous dream.

They watched and watched until

an insignificant, broken shard of glass

swept away into the void

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