New Year

On 22 December, 1996, in Dark Reflections, by C. Scott Davis

A new year looms before me and old demons lurk behind me. Even as the Future opens wide to swallow me whole, I can feel the sharp teeth of the Past slicing into my back.

I die to be born.
I live as dead.
Only the flashes of pain remind me…
…I’m alive.

I am standing at the edge of the flames. They are slowly creeping up on me, burning my feet with agonising slowness.

Oddly, I find myself longing to leap into the heart of the burning pain and be done with it.

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