Its seeps out of her skin like a slow gas leak awaiting for someone innocent to light the explosion. Only then when she has taken down a city block will people notice that she has been spiraling for months. Slowly and silently she walked passed them with it violence, dread, anguish, exhaustion, misery all seeping out of her pores. She is cast as the bad guy when the explosion goes off. The boom can be heard for miles. The gas company coulda of stopped the leak no one felt the dizziness until blood was running down the streets. No one realized that what damage a gas leak can do when it goes unnoticed. The violence that was heard from her vocally cords ring in people's ears to this day. The feel the toxicity now , they see the gas and all she wants is to be invisible again like the gas. The blood that runs down the street is hers. The home that blew up was hers. She self destructived from in the inside out and you cannot piece back together a gas explosion it annihilates everything in its path . All you can is rebuild and everytime the past the site of the explosion she will be cast as the bad guy when she was leaking and no one tried to stop it. She turns the gas off , wraps her body in bandages, silences her ears from the judgement and tries to hold on to what is left. To the girl leaking. I am sorry I didnt notice. To the site of my own explosion i am sorry i didnt call the gas company. To the future ones who are leaking make the call .
©kottak