A scream breaks from the deepest part of your soul.
Your heart, lungs, stomach are in flame.
Everything inside is collapsing, burning with acid.
Hell doesn’t exist as an external place.
Body became its home
Slowly killing you
You can pretend. You can smile. You can say you are ok.
Your scream won’t be heard.
Fighting and gasping, disperately searching for air, while invisible hands soffocate you.
You try to call her name, to reach her, but she can’t hear your voice
Living without living.
Dying without dying.
A permanent limb with no miracle.