Dear Esther,
We had fallen in.
When? When the society threw us off the surface, of course.
An erratic two of misfits;
We had been sitting by the cliff,
Dangling our feet upon the gaping hole,
Unaware of the perils of the deep pit below
Eternity,
Somehow almost seemed like an instant,
And they thrust us off the cliff,
As we
f
e
l
l
lower and lower,
Plummeting into oblivion,
With obscured vision...
You've already reached the ground.
Yet I'm still down here,
On my own,
My world enclosed in utter darkness,
Wondering when I would reach my fate.
Soon...I hope.
I'm sick of spending my days,
In a somewhat confined cage
If only I could just see the light once again
If only there was a way in climbing out of this ditch;
This incomprehensible pain.
It's as if the entire universe has turned its back on me,
Not even willing to listen to my hapless pleas
Oh, how I wish a rare shooting star could just pass by,
Lighting up the midnight skies,
Bringing me joy,
Like the one I used to experience then.
Nevertheless,
That remains a fantasy,
While reality mocks at me sadistically,
And till now,
I'm still
.
.
.
Falling...
Quinn
(A/N: Hey! I hope you guys have been enjoying this story so far, and that you've received a message from this book. Please tell me how to improve if you can! I tried a new style of writing in this one...what do you guys think? Again, thank you for reading!)
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shards of the heart
Poetry❝the scars that screamed of revolutions inside her head and the shards that made up her heart were things that no one saw.❞ suffering from a terrifying eating disorder and from a shattered home, quinn's greatest tormentor is imperfection. her world...
