Amanda Stockton
Reality Burns
I sit here and I wait. I cry myself ragged in the dark. My body shakes. My voice cracks. And then there is silence. A woeful numbness that washes over me until the next bout—the next level—of hopelessness comes around. Thirty-six hours ago I was told to start packing a bag. A half hour later I was told to leave my house. “GO NOW!” But this is something from a movie. This isn’t real. I spent most of that time packing my bags still processing the reality of the situation. I’d o