𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℜ𝔦𝔣𝔱 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔐𝔢

~Mirc~

The rift opened, dragging me with it—

to a sacred place I didn’t know.

I didn’t know where I’d end up,

but I couldn’t escape.

I was trapped,

alone with pain and sorrow.

It pulled me to an unknown place,

a current I couldn’t fight.

Stuck in the water,

no choices left.

Not to save myself,

not to die.

The truth was cruel—

I never had a choice at all.

I let things sweep me up,

carry me where I never want to go,

steal my dignity, my faith.

The rift always finds a way—

dragging me back to that day.

I claw for distance,

but it pulls me deeper,

every memory like a weight

I can’t set down.

I tell myself I’ll resist,

but the current drags me under.

Even when I rise for air,

I’m reset to the start.

This endless cycle—

a life I never asked for.

I never wanted to feel this way:

fighting to breathe,

sputtering, coughing,

choking on the flood.

The rift drags me still—

physically, mentally,

stripping me bare,

piece by piece,

until there’s nothing left to take.