the start of it all
It was a perfect night. or as perfect as dee could recall.
there she was. laying on her bed, scrolling through her phone,
like she would always do on “ regular “ nights as these.
‘ ding! ding! ‘
her phone goes.
oh dee, she was always so quick to open things.
but this spoke to her.
if only she had listened.
listened to her heart pounding, listened to her blood raging viciously inside her body. complied with her head singing ‘ leave it be, don’t open it, ignore it. ‘
her life wouldn’t have changed, so drastically—
in such short time.