I don't know where to start. I don't know how or when it slithered its way into my being. She felt like an old friend. Her sweet venom intoxicated me, whispering of reassurance that she's all I needed. She's all I needed, she's all I nee.... Why am I crying? What's wrong with me. Shrouded. In uncertainty, I stared blankly at the open door. "You're not alone, I'm here." acid is what her words felt like against my skin. I don't want her, but something in me longed for her burn. "Contenment will come, one day." She breathed. Closing my eyes, my body became attracted to her. Like a moth to a fame; I wanted her warmth.
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Short Writing Spurts
Historia CortaI used to love to write, but I have recently wanted to get back into it. I tend to have little thoughts I want to write down. One day, I might write books again, but here's to a start. 🥂
