WHISPERS OF HER ✶ Arcane

memories come in waves

WHISPERS OF HER ✶
written by ana

     [ 1 ]          to be loved is to be changed     to be loved is to be devoured     take my fingers in your mouth     take my whole soul in your heart

     [ 2 ]          drown in my tears and heal with my wounds     swallow my feelings as they i'll rejoice along the     butterflies in your stomach

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I can hear her whispers.

Every waking minute, they crawl through my mind, scratching, gnawing, ripping at the edges of my sanity. Her voice is everywhere, tangled in my thoughts, curling through my skull like poison. I hate it. I hate the way she clings to me, the way she won't let go, filling my head with laughter that feels more like nails scraping down my spine. But in the quiet, in the silence... when it stops... that's when the fear begins to settle in.

I pretend I can outrun her, that if I push hard enough, bury myself deep enough, she'll fade. But she's there, in the back of my mind, always. Her voice crawls through my veins, rooting itself deeper with every echo. I can feel her smile in the dark, a wicked, broken thing. She's everywhere, like a sickness that festers in every corner of my soul. Her laughter, fractured and twisted, seeps into the shadows, infecting every inch of me. Sometimes, I almost see her, a blue specter, drifting just out of reach, and in those moments, I want to reach back.