Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
The clock ticks, the minute hand moves closer and closer to twelve.
How long can I stay curled up?
I've breathed all the air I can. I have to stop. I have to stand. I will keep it in so stubbornly.
The clock ticks.
I hug myself, tightly, grasping the air, fearing the minute...
Where was your embrace? You let me go…
One. Two. Three Steps. I laugh. I lost.
The clock continues. Its polished glow contrasted the shades of smudge on the wall.
You let me go… My reality slips…
Until now, I ask, had I not laughed? Had I not walked away? Would you?
Have let me go?
Would the embrace been tighter? Would you have hold me up…
Would you know I stumbled? Would you have caught me?
You let me fall, you let me go.
The crimson blood flowed freely on the floor…
I can cry now… not for the pain but for the ruined image.
And my smile would never be again…