She bit at her already short fingernails,convincing herself she could resist.The temptation was a whirlpool sucking her in and her heavy soul was no anchor to it's force either.It was quite the opposite.
"It's not so bad,"she whispered silently, but the lie tasted bitter on her quaking lips.
Again,for so long she'd been fine.But now she was a dam with weakened walls and for the drought of emotions it had stood firm but now, after this sudden flood, the cracks didn't seem to be holding up,spreading like weeds, looking like roots.
It wasn't hopeful.
She looked down and suddenly curled up in her hand ,like a teddy bear in a child's arm,was the object of her affliction.
A warm slice,like fresh red velvet,appeared through the creamy white icing of her skin before she knew.It wasn't carved perfectly but neither were her thoughts and so they fit.Perfectly, grotesquely.
She shut her eyes in disdain,dwelling in the satisfaction and remorse she felt.She could do little to prevent the familiar warm droplets falling down her cheeks,dripping onto her wrists,stinging like spilt coffee.Salty instead of sweet.
She didn't want this.
I don't want this.
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Paper Heart Poetry
PoetryThey don't prepare you for these feelings when you're a kid. ●●● Pain in the shape of words because human emotion is a powerful source of inspiration. Revel in the contradictions. Swim in the salty depths of grief. Climb the mountains of sorrow. Re...
