#and such a wonderful flow
@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt Out of Containment
It cannot be contained, they said.
It must be removed, they said.
If you leave it be, it will get worse, they said.
So why do I feel as though my body has been ravaged and torn apart,
As though it is racing through my brain,
My blood, my nerves,
My heart,
My breath.
Is it out of containment?
Did they catch it too late?
No, they said.
This is normal, they said.
In order to remove it, they had to remove a part of me, an essential part of me, a part of me that they did not tell me was so necessary.
Maybe they didn’t know. Maybe they still don’t.
And now I know,
It was already contained;
Its escape would have been slow and unharmful.
It did not need to be contained,
It did not need to be removed.
I learned this too late.
I am left in this state, no going back.
I can only move forward,
And learn to live around the hole,
Learn to live with the loss,
The theft,
Of that essential part of me
That was sacrificed
For the sake of a fake and misguided
“Containment.”
