Author's Note: Self-indulgent playing with HTML. Almost written for a Firefly Friday challenge on trust. Objects in Space.
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Awake? Asleep? Does it matter?
Guilt and despair. Tinge of anger/frustration, focused on her.
Shock, fear. Violence. Flee.
No filter, no way to process. Reminder of what she doesn’t, can’t have.
Pain weighing leaden loss. Can‘t bear it anymore, serenity/anxiety. Crunch of autumn leaves, dead wood.
Yanked back to here/now. Crowded.
Really, if you can’t trust your perceptions, what can you trust?
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