december 3rd, 2012

This is a travesty.  Nothing should have happened but it did. 

I remember it all in details I wish I could forget.

I can still it all when I close my eyes. Images flash before like on a projector screen. I watch the backdrop of my existence and can only sit as a silent viewer.

Do you remember what I looked like? My hair spilled out all over the stained mattress. Do you remember what I looked like? My eyes dead, in a ghostlike trance. I believe I met God that day. As I screamed for help, for mercy, for anything. My screams weren't even screams, mere gasping and half spoken words, but they were screams to me. Have you ever felt so much pain? Did you feel it that day as I did?

Do you remember how I died?

But more importantly, do you remember how I was resurrected?