( TW : SELF HARM & IMPLICATIONS OF INTENT)
Through the lost and scared darkness in the void, came a call.
A hope there may be a reply instead of the crushing inability to breathe and see what may be happening.
A hope, that will only forever be thought of as a dream,
As a scream jarringly replies.
Desperate to see - no to
f e e l -
what may be there,
they started to claw their way to where it had come from.
The small light was noticeable, even the smallest speck of it, as they took off in a sprint to reach in time.
Its safe to say, they never did make it.
As it suddenly disappeared, leaving them screaming and clawing their surroundings to feel okay, to land, and catch themselves.
There they stood, unable to think the light was their imagination as their claws that they couldn't see, pierced into their skin.
Splitting it own with ease, they couldn't be happier with this new feeling.
The monster had started to lose their control and had started to laugh, but also to... cry?
Unable to control, the monster started lashing out on themselves with claws unsheathed,
Unable to see the damage they were doing to their body that was taken by darkness as they dropped to the floor.
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PoesíaThis will be more of my short poems or creative... vents? talks? Feel free to read if you like, but it may be triggering to some and has sensitive topics that may trigger others badly. Please stay safe and tread lightly.
