So very far ahead

Stumbling forward,
hands outstretched,
blood dripping
from ragged fingertips.

She reaches for him,
not knowing where he is,
only that he is ahead.

So very far ahead.

Stumbling forward,
eyes unseeing,
blinded by
both rage and loss.

She looks for him,
not knowing where he is,
only that he is ahead.

So very far ahead.

Stumbling forward,
mouth silenced,
tongue cold
and numb.

She cries out for him,
not knowing where he is,
only that is ahead.

So very far ahead.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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