The days swing by before we ever have a chance to catch up. As the kids sit in a circle fueling their collective depression. With visible slices into their skin and dark makeup running down collective cheeks as if they're all the same.
It is assumed they are, as they pull swimming souls under the current to get a small taste of the oxygen they never get a chance to breathe.
Toxic beings, it is said. Venomous snakes looking for someone to bite down on to free them from a bit of the toxin before their bodies produce more.
The kids still sit, half collectively swallowing container after container of pills, the other half cannibalizing the others. Worsening the collective.
Traumatizing the rest as they avoid the stares while they collectively pierce their skin once again. You'll try to save them, you drown. But at least the collective is able to breathe for a moment.
You become them, you start to fade. But when you least expect it, the creatures, once snakes. Lift you above the water and give you the gift of oxygen.
"We'd never let you drown, you're one of us now"
They chant, collectively.
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Fractured Thoughts
Kısa Hikaye(VERY PROMINENT TRIGGER WARNING. TOPICS DISCUSSED IN HERE COULD POSSIBLY BE VERY TOXIC. READ AT YOUR OWN WILL.) From the mass of my brain, things tend to come up from moments of darkness. This brings out the inspiration for writing and therefore, th...
