Infuriate Me

polyester world

Decompression of a competition in the deceasing crisis of a evolution.

Deceasing feelings of desperation come across the sky like the dark clouds in a storm.

The feminist questions her beliefs and thoughts as the sky rumbles.

The lightning strikes as her mind is made up and her thoughts disappear into the echoes of the mountains.

As the sky darkens more and more clouds take over for the sun, her thoughts become darker, deeper, and harder.

The rain comes down gently and the thoughts wander to different places and different things, speeding like the clouds in the sky.

The rain mixes with the wind and it swirls into a dark storm as the thunder rumbles gently, vibrating the feminist's chest.

She thinks and she yells to copy the thunders sounds trying to speak and let out her words.

Then energy builds up in her mind as she takes out the razor.

She covers her ears hoping it wont happen.

Dont

Don't do this

Its to loud

To loud to loud to loud.

The lightning strikes the ground and bangs, echoing down to the villages.

The tears escape her eyes as she holds the razor to her neck.

One more

One second

It'll pass

It will pass it will pass

The storms almost over

She knows its cold but she's strong and she can do this.

The lightning slashes through the sky as the razor slahses across her neck and the bloody silently pools out down her chest down her stomach which is marker with scars down her thigh which have been sliced so much you would've thought they'd fallen off by now.

She places her hands on her neck trying to stop the blood trying to scream for help and scream her sorries.

I can't! It was a mistake! Im Sorry!

But its to late as her vision darkens and the world disappears and the human being that once lived is now dead in the mountains in the storm in the middle of nowhere.

And no nobody will ever see this human being again and nobody will ever get to touch her again and nobody can hear her voice one last time-

And nobody will be able to know what this human being wen through.

Nobody will no.

And the rain stopped

And the sky cleared

And the birds tweeted from the trees and everything was everything.

But nothing as it should be. 

Tomorrow is the day, tomorrow.

We fight. 

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tbh1016