Cracks

[dalekboy]

So I'm walking through the house, and I see something small and pink on the floor. I pick it up and realise it's the little finger off my left hand. Little bugger had snapped clean off. More worryingly, as I bent to collect it I made the same noise as ice in a room temperature drink, almost unnoticable little creaks and plinks.

Wandering into the bathroom, I noticed a spiderweb of delicate lines over my face. As I examined one, a bit of my cheek cracked clean across, and a chunk fell into the sink. I can hear the skin starting to give way as I smile

Yup. The cracks are starting to appear. The time of comfortable numbness is slowly passing...

Wonder how long before I shatter?

Comments

[mireille21.livejournal.com]

A dream? You are in a room. You see a woman on a rug, a bearskin rug...
Do what you need. Take whatever time you need to do it. Hug Sharon for me.

[dalekboy.livejournal.com]

There will be hugs aplenty!

The post was more a comment on how I know I'm going to spend a fair while a total wreck, but aren't actually there yet, and will likely hit it in chunks.

I cried when dad died, but it was years before I finally had a really good, long howl.