Cerulean [Write to Rank 2]
  • مقروء 96
  • صوت 17
  • أجزاء 9
  • الوقت 1h 15m
  • مقروء 96
  • صوت 17
  • أجزاء 9
  • الوقت 1h 15m
مستمرة، تم نشرها في أبريل ١١, ٢٠٢٠
It was like standing in the ocean with cement blocks on my feet as high tide rolled in. I felt it rise, lapping at my chin, my lips, my nose, until finally -

- it drowned me.

You drowned me.

You drowned me in my own insecurities without ever uttering a word.

I drowned myself in doubts and let them bear your name.

I cracked and I broke and then I shattered like a mirror, and every single tiny shard reflected some piece of you.

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A collection of entries for the Write to Rank 2 contest

Disclaimer: I don't write action, so this should be interesting...
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