#417-Nightmare

You’re running away.

I recognize the little toe.

I know her well.

Curled next to her sister.

Ocean waves,

Like ice mountains,

Revolting,

Crumbling,

Letting go.

I can’t.

I need you.

Don’t die before me.

That’ll be hell.

My own,

Personal,

Unbearable,

Hell.

Don’t.

Please.