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The shards of glass were approaching her

rapidly and rather dangerously.

It was overwhelming.

She was scared.


She started stepping back as she was saving herself from the cuts.

Still, a piece of glass hit her hand and cut her finger.

She could feel the hot blood dripping down from her finger

as the chills escalated down her spine.

Yet, she was too afraid to open her eyes.

 

She tried opening them a little, but her tears flooded the entrance

and blocked her sight then and there.

It shut down her guts.

It was too much to comprehend. Really.

She got a few more cuts here and there.

And she was surrounded by more fear.

She shut her eyes even more.

Couldn’t open her heart’s door.

 

There came the moment. Very short. Very brief. It was for a moment.

She opened her eyes wide and began stepping forward.

The shreds cut through her soft skin. It was painful. Really very painful.

Yet, she did not stop. She did not falter. She moved only forward.

She kept walking, walking, and walking until that shard storm was over.

Then, she stopped.

 

And turned around.

Saw her shredded skin…

lying there…

all over the place…

hurt…

harmed…

injured…

dead…

 

So were her fears.


- Kayanpri

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