Papers blowing in the wind.

He phoned.

Asked me to look for paperwork. 

He's moved into his dad's house. 

Wanted me to find the papers 

As I lay still 

Phone hugged close to my ear

Unable to speak 

Black void instead of mind 

Below me, advancing... 

The flesh-grinding gears ripping through my heart and lungs.

No breath. 

No life 

Point zero.

His plan 

Do the house up

Sell it

"then we will see" 

My silance perplexing him. 

Did he really think I'd be ok

Willing to help him move out 

Overjoyed at being offered a glimmer of hope

Having my powerlessness shown to me one more time? 

I swollowed my tears and wished him well. 

Told him to take the time he needs. 

Freinds angry 

On my behalf....