Literary

Frozen, A Writer’s Nightmare

My chest hurts.   Breathe.   I must remember to breathe.   But I can't.   I am frozen.   Eyes shut tight.   Body locked.   Brain shut down.   Not even sweat has the courage to appear upon my brow. This is a death not so painful, yet excruciating in its corruption. This… Continue reading Frozen, A Writer’s Nightmare

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