Broken Glass

A written stream of consciousness.

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The earth below me opened up and swallowed me whole. As if I never existed, gone without a trace due to a technicality, not of my own volition. There was no going back. No return to the land of the living.

My existence belonged in the ether — the space where prayers intermingled with hopes, fears, and dreams. I was a shadow of my childhood self, unallowed…