The sound around me is deafening
And only when it begins to hurt do I realise that it's my own screams piercing my eardrums and making my lungs burn
She's standing there
Staring at me
Not speaking just looking
And I'm terrified
Shaking as I take in the figure before me
Sharp sapphire eyes piercing mine
Looking right into my soul
Like she's trying to read my thoughts
It's like my soul is outside my body watching the events unfold before me
Watching as my fingers claw at my eyes desperate for her to disappear
As my blood drips down my pale skin
Falling delicately onto my white dress
My fingernails are stained red from my own torture
And she just watched
She doesn't stop me as I claw at my own eyes in anguish
She doesn't cover her ears as I continue to scream bloody murder
She doesn't run or hide
She doesn't even blink
She looks like me
Mostly
Her pale skin is bruised and bleeding
She's ghostly white and cold
Her clothes are ripped and covered in blood
Yet she doesn't pay any attention to that
Only to me
My vision is blurred
My eyes full of blood and tears
The metallic smell lingering in the air around us
My heart is fast and racing
I'm confused dazed as I lose more and more blood
Feeling conscientiousness slipping away from me with every laboured breath
I feel her coming closer
Standing above me
I try to pull myself back
Screaming at her to stay away
This doesn't feel real
It can't be
My eyes are heavy
Begging to close and welcome the darkness
Warm blood pools around me
Cold sweat appears on my skin as I face the reality of what I've done
Somehow I'm still screaming
No even needing to come up for air
My body is running on terror the only thing keeping me alive right now
My breathing becomes more shallow
She's still looking
Almost like she's studying me
Observing my behaviour
I'm panicked and the blood loss is getting to me
My eyes closed and I feared she would be the last thing I saw
Before the inevitable darkness enveloped me
Pushing me to the next path
It was warm
There were voices
And then I was awake
For the first time she stopped staring and she spoke
"Welcome back"
It's not real...I hope
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PoetryI've recently started to write poetry I'm not sure if this is the best place to post it but I think this will be a fun new experience for me 🩷 Let me know which one was your favourite And message me if there is anything you want me to write about...
