Flash fiction #1: Pieces

its draft in my diary

And without warning, her heart broke into pieces again. She thought she had guarded it fastidiously, but a treacherous snake of pain slowly crept into her chest, and a lump started to form in her throat. “Why am I hurting again?” Rather than a question, her prayer was more of a plea to take away that which cripples her legs to walk and her lungs to breathe. So this is how it is to love and be vulnerable. 

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