Darkness cultivated the night. Her heart found the rhythm of the tap, dripping slowly into the abyss. So inundated in her words, that no matter her endeavor, she failed to grip onto her sanity. effortlessly drifting away into her thoughts, softly, softly.....
A susurrus from outside brought her away from the tumult of melancholy in her soul. The shade painted patterns before her. Nightmarish images flashing through closed eyes. steadily she arose from her comfort to seek knowledge of this creature. captured through the haggard window, she saw the creature flicker, blurring its indefinite outline. The creature dwelled from her subconscious, no more than phobia of the world around her. Shifting her weight from one foot to another she blinked, though the figure would not move. cursing under her breath she flew to the ground. she offered herself an ultimatum, of which, her life depended on.
Either get over her fears, or let them gradually submerge her.
~ Eris ~
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Poetryhere's where the question 'is she ok?' comes into play. see here a little collection of all the descriptions and mini-stories i write in my free time as well as in school. enjoyyyyy. Eris xx
