I opened the doors to the rush of rain.

And darkness.

Out of the comfort of the one place I ever felt wanted.

I left into the cold wet night.

I ignored the cries calling my name.

I was no longer here.

I was already gone.

I wanted to be cold.

I wanted to be wet.


The rain pounded me like a hundred fists.

The pain felt good.

I wished it were a tidal wave.

A tsunami.

A hurricane.

Something that would destroy everything and carry me away.

Away to a place where I didn’t exist.

A place where I never existed.

About Maison Moonchild

A Canadian gal that firmly believes words can change the world. An avid reader, writer and Halloween enthusiast. She has a special interest in communications and writes for pleasure and profession. She moonlights as a metaphysical maven with a knack for creating magical crystal jewelry and holiday accessories.
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