I feel invisible blows as fear and pain chemicals flood my place within my host’s brain. Her carer is destroying her, setting fire to her mind with every heartache, every forgotten promise, every silence, every lie.
I wish to protect her, to save her.
Her carer’s mind was lost in the depths of its own flood long ago.
My host is an Earthen youngling, at her carer’s mercy, but I am neither.
As she sleeps, I break a vital rule and guide her body through the dwelling, to her carer’s room.
Here, I end my host’s nightmare.
© 2021 Rebecca Glaessner
This piece is a Point-of-View (POV) shift to previously written piece, The End.
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