{"id":12548,"date":"2020-05-01T10:18:15","date_gmt":"2020-05-01T04:48:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/travellingthroughwords.wordpress.com\/?p=12540"},"modified":"2020-08-03T18:54:48","modified_gmt":"2020-08-03T13:24:48","slug":"lights-go-out-napowrimo-day-28","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/travellingthroughwords.com\/index.php\/2020\/05\/01\/lights-go-out-napowrimo-day-28\/","title":{"rendered":"Lights Go Out #NaPoWriMo Day 28"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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The lights go out. With it, my heart beat races. Thump, thump, thump. I put my hand on my chest and pray for it to come out. My shirt bunches in my hand but my heart remains inside. How can I make it quiet? How can I make it slow down? How can I make it disappear? My body talks to me. I don’t want to talk back. I have no words. I have no words to say to the agony inside me. I have no words to say to the person I have become. Will it ever end? My misery doesn’t find its light but my hands do. I turn it on and wait. I wait for my heart to shrink back. Just for a while. I wait for my heart to hide back inside. Just for a while. Until another day ends. Until another day begins. Another night comes. And the lights go out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Tavleen <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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