Renaissance

 

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A faint whir kept on ringing inside my ears every time I tried to grasp beyond silence. Silence and darkness were strangling me as its arms wrapped around my rotten and intoxicated flesh. I was yearning to see a beam of daylight to mend my eyes sunken within its cavities, and to evoke my soul betrothed in deep slumber. The world where I belonged was much better than this casket which smothered me with its four walls burning like embers.

 

But I wasn’t burnt.

 

I wasn’t burnt because he pulled me out of it. He mercilessly dragged me until every inch of my flesh was scuffed away, leaving behind a frame of bones. I collapsed into a corner as he dumped me inside a chamber or perhaps the world of the dead.

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I could intuit the presence many other skeletal frames like me when I came up against them amidst my tries at getting a way out.

 

Every second was a free-fall henceforth. I felt as if I was skimming above a limitless earth though I experienced a tight rein over me. Magical was that touch, which rejuvenated every inch of my cells day by day. I could sense shards of flesh draping over my bones and layers of skin slithering above it. I could hear swish and clatter permeating inside my ears while my mind recaptured the beats of my life.

 

I no longer felt wriggles inside out but I could feel someone’s warm breath seeping through my nostrils as I bat my eyelids to find a mask covering my nose and a fleeting sight of him as he pricked me with another needle, flashing a strange yet a familiar smile-the smile which raised another toast to my existence.

 

“Don’t worry, you’re doing well,” he said as he put the earpiece of the stethoscope onto his ears, and the four walls of the drug rehabilitation center reiterated it as I slowly fell into tranquility.

 

 


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