My own personal hell

100 words x 365 days

I wrap myself in a bubble, free from the world outside. In my mind, I am not captive, and I am safe. I gave up the ability to feel the wind on my face, the scent of cotton candy in the air, and the memories that a hug can deliver. The world around us can either give us life or take it away. The choice is in your own hands. Scratch the surface, but remember the walls are fragile, and one pop could mean the difference between heaven and hell. Are you ready to prick the skin and allow yourself to bleed.

A. J. Luna

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