of septic relationships: sometimes amputation is best.
i had been left with an inmense empty space in my mind, all the worry and doubts and frustration had been flushed away. i wondered what to do with it. i was reassured.
with a look in the mirror in the entrance, i checked it was really me and not someone else. i felt out of synch with the mascara smudges. i promptly cleaned them.
there is closure. there is release.
but if i am so relieved, why do i curl up and hurt so bad?
(now i'm angry. now i'm sad. now i'm laughing. now i'm crying.)