nothing has changed.

HIS words have done nothing towards fixing our home.

my sweater, what was once sustaining my life now only restricting it.

sweat starts running down my face.

just as HE ran down our morals.

my hands are sweating.

my feet are melting.

its hot outside.

the heatwave has only worsened.

our attempts at dousing the roaring flames..

have been in vain, only resulting in extinguishing our own flame that keeps us alive.

will the fire consume us?

will it spare us?

does it know remorse? empathy? 

or does it only know what surrounds it?

its hot outside and i am burning alive.

i watch as everyone else goes about their day as if nothing is wrong.

are they even aware?

are they trying to ignore it?

are they ignoring the pain? the suffering?

deka’s words flow through me.

10 days left.

10 days until we are set free of this turmoil.

10 days until i can finally breathe again.

10 days until my suffering ends.

it’s hot outside and i am dying.

they keep telling me i’ll be fine.

they keep reinforcing the gates to my life.

so desperate to keep me alive.

so desperate to see me smile.

but a smile never comes.

i only feel remorse.

remorse that they have to deal with my pitiful existence.

its hot outside and i want to go home.