#ThursThreads, week 331

Prompt: https://www.siobhanmuir.com/siobhans-blog/thursthreads-tying-tales-together-week-331

Every time I died, I’d return to life with the same thought.

“This isn’t the first time.”

This isn’t the first breath. This isn’t the first cry. This isn’t the first word. This isn’t the first step. This isn’t the first day of school. This isn’t the first broken bone. This isn’t the first broken heart. This isn’t the first time. This isn’t the first job. This isn’t the first apartment. This isn’t the first time I met you. This isn’t the first time I fell in love. This isn’t the first time I proposed. This isn’t the first time I lied. This isn’t the first time I betrayed you. This isn’t the first time I begged. This isn’t the first time you laughed in my face. This isn’t the first time I held you down. This isn’t the first time I made you beg. This isn’t the first time you died. This isn’t the first time they caught me. This isn’t the first time they strapped me to the chair. This isn’t the first time I died. This isn’t the first time in the afterlife. This isn’t the first time I was judged. This isn’t the first time I was found wanting. This isn’t the first time I escaped. This isn’t the first time I was reborn. This isn’t the first time I went hunting for you.

“This isn’t the first time.”

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