06 | effects
" the after effects are the best feeling "
i gulped the pill down with a mouthful of water. it might numb the pain in my burning flesh and bones but it couldn't cure my bruised spiritsthe soft ivory quilt and pillow i laid my body on might lull me to sleep if i give in to the effects of the pill just to meet with the same consequences after waking up but the only reason i was giving in was that, i wanted to feel euphoria when my tensed muscles will melt into the soft mattress and the cracking of my bones would resonate through the being walls
i wanted to be aware of my existence after feeling inexistent for so long
I turned on my side to meet with the glazed dark brown orbs of mine telling a story that would never dare escape my lips, a story which will be forgotten tomorrow
because my tomorrow ends with me today
'...and she did give in to the effects at last'
runahem
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