Disillusioned

Those salty traitors stung my pupils as I looked at the devastation all around.

The voices of self-reproach were getting louder in my head.

How I wished I had let them do it. How I wished I hadn't done everything.


My eyes took in the enormous piles of disarray lying about.


The messy room sniggered.


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This is written in response to Write Tribe's 55 on Friday

The prompt for this Friday was 

how I wished


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