Poems Of Life

Abyss

She cried, a horrified scream escaping the hole in her face that was soon to be permanently closed once her voice was taken by the wind and thrown into the swaying trees that looked like shadows waiting to devour her.

She cried, burning liquid that sink into her flesh, the moisture that would never again be felt on sunken cheeks that were deprived of any nourishment. 

She clung to the ground in desperation, in hopes that maybe Mother Nature will hear her prayers.

She didn't want to, NO, there had to be another way.

Her anguish only drowned out the last flicker of hope that was left in her scattered soul, her heart, an ice cold object in her just, would no longer beat for her. Her own body,  giving up on her.

Did she not have ANYONE left? Not even her mind?

Black, an abyss that held no promise to help her in this mortifying moment that seemed would never end.

Crawling with desperation withering from her distort body.

A sudden flash in the night. Recognition sinking into her blood cells.

A nightmare.

That's all it was.

Just another nightmare that would keep on going until a stranger would find her lifeless body drenched in someone else's blood.

A life for a life is what they told her. Don't do it. You'll never see another day if you do.

But it was just a nightmare. She would wake up with a feverish sweat sliding down her freckled face and hair as bloodless as the walls that surrounded her. A white so bright that it had to be kept a secret.

She'd look around with bloodshot eyes that would dart to every corner of her surroundings. Eyes that could see past the layers and masks that people blend themselves in.

She wasn't normal. No, she knew from the moment she saw him. He was there on her first day of discovery.

It was so long ago that it even felt like a memory but she'd never forget him and his soft touch.

He had called her name when she was spinning out of control and destroying anyone that was in her way.

He had closed her eyes with hands that seemed to caras her every senses.

And then

nothing.

She'd wake up from her memory of the man who saved her life and millions of others when she couldn't control her powers.

She'd find nothing in the room she lived in- if she wasn't out trying to merge with the humans that surrounded her.

She was human too, just not the right kind.  She was borne different and would face the same fait that all the different humans faced way before she was even conceived.

DEATH

A horrific death that would kill her worse than the dreams she had.

A painful, miserable , anguished death