Trauma

I felt that I had become terribly good at lying, that everything is perfect and did not have a fear of death in my bones. 

It was extremely easy to suppress the pains in breathing and the way the lies broke in four. 

I was in denial. Trapped in believing that life was correct and everything would be fine as long as nothing was confronted. Even when my body moved away when a voice was raised or saw its purple eyes. 

There was a slight dying fear that I was not responding.

T.A.