How is it that I will never be able to forget an event I don’t even clearly remember? A metallic splintering pierces my nightmares, fading as I wake. A tender scar is all that remains. The mysterious trench in my scalp.

Cleansed. Stapled. Medicated. The experience was nearly imaginary if not for that part of me who was awake when I was not. All of the sounds, the pain and the red are all that she is, without me.

A severed connection lays flickering between the part of me that knows everything I know, and then everything else, remaining as invisible to me as the accident itself. A walled off reality, the nightmare that churns inside of me that dissolves into foam as slowly wake up.

Luciana, 28