Heated sheets stained with sin and tears lie beneath one's body as the darkness engulfs their vision. Cold nicking at soft swollen skin.
When the walls come caving in, the sea level rises.
Tears soon take place in the corners of the flesh, and all is lost. The boogeyman peering in. The fear of being heard. Figures around her, corrupted into their own world. Too distracted to truly hear the silent scream next door.
It all slips one mind in such a state as this.
The water creeps up onto the silken sheets that spiral under their convulsing back. No care for the water continues to rise.
No. Too much. Stupid. Undeserving. Overreacting. Why? Lost. Reality. Unneeded. Lied to. Pity. When do these cracks in the glass become too much.. perhaps when the sobbing creature finally snaps and that dam breaks.
The cool liquid has spiked hesitance in the thought.
Now, she's reminded of the people in her life. The people only words away, yet she knows their true feelings.
The water does not drain. It's suffocating, and yet it feels so refreshing.
Emotions stir, the voices scream and beg and shout- and now the drawer is open. It's right there. Freedom to it all is right there. What's stopping this? Why shouldn't this happen?
She's so young that there is no accomplishment.
The lost one is so young and accepts that she's replaceable. Told otherwise by petty smiles and creased eyebrows. Threat of judgment and treatment. She acts okay, so no danger presents itself to her. She's scared.
Tears spread softly across tile. Memories and fear tear down the walls. All is left in the shell of what one once was.
Hidden by smiles.
Body's collapse from lacking courage. The words are lost. Sobs found early in the mornings and weeks marching on.
At least one could hope. Truly, they know how easily they are forgotten. Insults and warnings flushed away as laughing and humor floated in the atmosphere.
The last breath has been taken, and friends fly among the horizon to the next sack of hidden flaws.
Tears and blood mix with the water as the dam breaks, and finally, Sea Levels Rise.
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Slasher imagines
FanfictionAs said in the title.. I am just a lonely girl who is obsessed with horror movies, and even more, the slashers in said horror/thriller movies. I have been very busy recently, but I am trying so hard to keep the posts up! I hope you have a great day...
