The darkness takes shape again
It's gotten worse since she appeared
Her arms wrapping around my neck
Her lips gently pressed against my ear
It's seductive
Puts me into a trance
She wants my attention again
Her voice reaches me clearly when she speaks
Her hands travel down my arms
Causing goosebumps
I feel so cold
And she smiles, whispering
"It's easy, and it'll be over quick. Focus on me, and you won't feel a thing."
She drags her finger over both of my wrists
It tickles, but I don't laugh
The color of my eyes begins to fade
As the trance loses its effect
I look down
Running out of strength
My wrists bleed
My heart pounds against my chest
And it gets slower
And slower
Till there's no sound
YOU ARE READING
Catastrophic Clouds
PoesiaHeartbreak never truly goes away. It's harder to move on when questions get left unanswered.
