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Boom

  • Writer: Heather Nicholson
    Heather Nicholson
  • Sep 16
  • 1 min read

Updated: Sep 17

by Heather Nicholson


A hand in a beige knitted sweater rests on frosty ground with dry twigs, conveying a cold and calm atmosphere.

Boom and there it goes. Everything you wanted. Everything you hoped for. Everything you thought you deserved. The list of things you thought you knew diminishes. Fades away. Evaporates into nothingness right before your eyes.


Boom and just like that, fingers snap and the race starts and you realize you have lead weights around your ankles. Everyone is paces ahead. Meters. Miles in the blink of an eye, yet you stand still.


Boom and you struggle to break free from the chains you can’t see. The same ones you believed were shattered. The ones they refastened only tighter this time.



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