Nova
Pain consumed my like spilt ink on parchment, for days I had felt nothing else. It was eating into me and dulling everything around me. My eyes were shot from endless nights stirring on the sofa. I put my leather jacket on and took my old Japanese truck out on the old welsh country roads, I wanted to clear my mind and to test the limits within me, I pushed the pedal to the floor and kept it there. I was intentionally trying to feel something different in the car and in me, how far could I push it? I tore through corners faster than I ever had before, the car was scuttling on the back wheels like it was skating over pitted ice. What would it feel like to lose control, would the pain feel better than the pain in my mind?
Then I saw it - but what was it. The stars were clear in the sky, the air was crisp as the clouds had scattered. I saw a glow of ember slicing through the sky. It burned like a blade through velvet, it was calming but un natural. For the first time in days something had reached me - cutting through me like a voice I’d forgotten - to stop before the road became my final escape.