Fix

I will never forgot the feeling of losing you. A storm brewed in my chest. I was motion sick with an aversion to sunlight. Rising each day felt like waking in shackles without a key. The empty pit of ruminating sadness haunted my gut like perpetual punches. I felt a hovering evil bleed my veins, taking my cognizant pace towards death slowly, painfully. My heart was heavy, weighed down with tears like blue jeans in the ocean. My soul was lost. I felt abandoned: a dead body discarded somewhere dark and desolate. My consciousness was caught in limbo, it wandered directionless through a burnt forest in the fog. My mouth stayed dry and taped shut, and my hands were bound. I was blind-folded and deaf. I lost all senses except those that were reminiscent of you. Grief-strung and desperate, I knelt in prayer over thorns in the dim light of a crescent moon.

Deep in my withdrawals, the fever turned cold and my stagnancy was awoke and intermittently interrupted by the loyalty of your ghost.