" What's stopping you", she says in a mere whisper only breaths away from my ear. The coldness of her inguiry inches into my skin, crawls under my tongue and forces the word
You
From under my breath. I look to her. Her smile glows so sweetly under these dim lights until there is no more darkness in the world. It is not darkness she once said. It is the mispoken poetry you all attempt to redeem yourselves with. I will be here when your precious words fail you. Push you past your breaking point again and again so that all you know is how to live within this rotted, mutilated, invasion on your body. I will teach you the worst so that your truth will not define you.
I will.
I scream internally unable to avoid her. Her breath fans over my cheeks staining them a dark purple the grin ever present. I feel her tongue slip over my throat bleeding the words into the soft skin, " is it really worse than the alternative my dear survivor."
YOU ARE READING
this is...world
RandomConsidering there are so many people in this world. Who is to say these do not describe your life and your struggles in some way. Then again maybe it is as far from your life as anything, but it could be someone elses. So why not take a peek into so...
