Eien/Sam
―Eternity―
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Character Poetry
It's almost dreadful, the feeling of fear. Starting at your fingertips, racing down your spine with a chill, and not the good kind.
She revels in it, because fear is the only thing other than the emptiness that shrouds her. Panic and anxiety are her only companions, it almost sad in a way. Her eyes, crimson red, sink into her flakey skin. Her flesh peel back, the scabs on her arms tear open. She bites her lips, pain is a good distraction, too. Anything is a good distraction, but she's found one that made her feel happy.
Or some twisted version of that, maybe. So she does it, again and again and again, maybe she'll do it for an eternity. Alcohol was a blessing in disguise. Masquerading as something dreadful; it deals her a card of death.
She smiles drunkenly, enveloping the end with crinkly eyes. An eternity out of this hell for another; it never stops. Maybe she'd be smart and welcome the darkness now.
