Miroslava

Before I had time to open my eyes, reality crashed down on me with renewed vigor. Memories of the past day penetrate into every cell of the brain, the feelings of the experienced and the pictures of what they saw rise before my eyes. I feel how my body hurts, the wounds are fresh, but they will soon heal, unlike those of the soul.

The eyelids are closed, I can not hold back the tears, they flow down the temples. I so want them to wash away the memories of the betrayal of a loved one, but what they saw has eaten into the cornea of my eye and...