Phantom Limbs

I want to be considered as that thing that you lost in a brutal accident that happened in a flash. That thing that you used as a shield during danger, that thing that you used to protect you from harm. I want to be considered as that thing that you sacrificed because the damage was unbearable. That thing that you soon found it hard to live without. I want to be considered as that thing that you still think is there. That thing that you still feel.

The way that we functioned ruined the entire art of us. We were beaten and left broken. Perhaps its now best to cut it all out and off. All that will remain is the phantom section of my tiny thumping.