"she played life the way society did. b r o k e n and f a k e ."
-him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
tap.
tap tap tap.
tap. tap.
her fingers moved along the edges of the broken table on the ground.
a cigarette hung from her upper and lower teeth loosely as her eyes drooped slightly, praying for slumber.
she puffed out, white strings of smoke filling the already chemical infested air.
previously,
the tables were flipped,
the shelves were thrown down with forceful grunts of agony,
and the door was off it's hinges within seconds.
i don't want this.
i don't want clean.
i want sick.
i want twisted.
her thoughts jumbled,
the internal battle she was having killed her slowly,
like the rest of her body.
she hated her body,
the scars there were bad for her reputation.
for her image.
she cared.
no she didn't.
her soul was already tampered with.
the remains still peeling themselves off her lifeless body.
the same body that became v e n o m o u s.
sincerely, mara.
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Sincerely, Mara. {Wattys2015}
Short StoryStory #1 in the 'The Hourglass Effect' series. She forgot it was an act. That it was a lie. She forgot that she's broken, and can't fall in love. So she made him fall for her . Made him think she was perfect. But what she didn't know, was that the...
