Short Poetic Stories

Fault

I fall back and the gravity keeps pulling me down into darkness. I close my eyes and reveal the days I'd hurt. The times where that cold, thin metal was there on my smooth skin. What that metal drew from me was only the red waters from inside and the never ending pain that would seep out. This body never felt complete and even more so in the not-so distant past.

Moving onward was like trying to touch the burning sun and reach up to the stars, able to grab one for the selfish mind. The overwhelming sense of being watched was also present. I would feel alone, but never truly be alone in this world I created in my head for myself. It was the forever loop that was made. Time was the snail and life was going out like a birthday candle would when used for wishes.

The numbness was all that could be felt. I never learned the emotion called happiness in this mode of mine. To look at yourself and see all the flaws that would fill your face and eventually feel nothing is what I would soon learn to be my joy. Even though the snail was now going to climb the burning candle, I could still feel myself fighting. Flicking that snail off the candle was the last thing I would do, but if I didnt all this time would be burnt to a crisp leaving nothing. Not even my memory.

And so thus the snail trudged on, trying to find the wax for the candle. Taking the hardships of the snail was what I needed to do, but I could not even hold up my demons. Snail went and went for weeks away from me. Leaving a timeless gap in space. When Snail finally came back with more wax, I had only realized it was poisoned and I had grown weak.