One day years ago, as I laid in my bed, I begged for darkness. I covered my head with my blanket and wished for its peace. The silent, calming type. Where you no longer exist and that's okay. But I didn't know what I was wishing, and like all bad things, it came in my moment of need.
The darkness started in flutters. Like moths coming to rest. Delicate wings landing on my raw and bloody thoughts. Drinking from my wounds, preventing their closure.
The darkness began to burrow. Filthy rats infiltrating my head. Tiny claws digging through grey matter, devouring memories. Leaving only dripping holes and scraps of the worst past.
The darkness in me crawled. Spiders scuttling to entrap. Fast legs and spinning thread trapping me, immobile. Draining me. Watching as my will bleeds away.
Now, the darkness in me writhes. Snakes coiled to strike. Venomous fangs glistening with intent to kill. Hateful eyes black and shining with blood red fire. It tells me to hide. It tells me to hurt. It tells me to die.
My darkness is an anglerfish, with the most entrancing of lures. A bright light, illuminating a final way free. Just waiting to snap its jaws and swallow me whole.
My darkness is me.
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Once Upon A Time
AléatoireJournal/short stories/poetry. Things that I didn't know what to do with. When I try to write my brain comes up with a thousand different scenarios to a thousand different small ideas. I just haven't found a way to take those flashes and make lightni...
