Moving Uncontrolled Change (I.P)
By pencil_flake
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Through the windows that line the corridor the setting sun casts the last of its golden light.
For a brief moment everything is aglow.
From one of the many doors that line the way she emerges. She is rubbing her hands together, wincing as the alcohol rub finds the bitten and torn skin around her nails. She begins to walk. She holds her head down with intention. She wants to hide her tears. It has only been a week but already exhaustion hangs from her bones like a second skin. She pulls the sleeve of her jumper down across her the heel of her palm and tries to wipe her face. She knows that crying is a useless. She knows that it’s a selfish act but yet she cannot seem to stop.
There is nothing she can do and that simple fact overwhelms her. No amount of anger, pain or grief can change what is happening. She cannot think straight. There is nothing she can do. She tries to focus on the rhythm of her feet as they pound the hard floor beneath her. There is nothing she can do. So it’s one step in front of the other, just one step in front of the other. She has to keep moving forward. That is all that she can do.
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