Creeping behind my ear
was a high pitched voice grasping the breath right out of my lungs.
I gripped the stake in my palms, my fingers grasping them tightly.
\My knuckles drew white and I couldn't open my eyes.
I was afraid to open my eyes.
If I imagined hard enough, if I perhaps create a fantasy in my head where everything was paradise- it would go away.
"I'll never go away..."
it whispered, it's razor sharp fingertips digging knuckle deep into my beating heart that felt as if it stopped.
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Elegiac
Non-FictionThese are all the things I had written while being in a hospital for a while. You don't have to like them, I'm just putting them out there for you guys to see. It was at an eating disorder clinic that basically treated me like complete shit. It's a...
