I see the creatures lurking in the dark. Hidden in the shadows of thick branches of emotion. They stick like they have no feeling to the pain welling up in their chest. A constant throb of aching fouls of hope.
I try to get a glimpse of their faces but they all seem blurred and broken. Broken. One word, Two syllables, Six Letters. A word that described me as well. I was like them in some way. But we all shared that connection. But also something else.
It hurts to see your crush or love, run into the arms of someone else. Seeking refuge in which you could also provide. It seems as dusk never wants to reach dawn again. Leaving us alone in this never ending world.
Being alone is common for me, I was broken beyond repair, and bruised so much, that I would never would be able to heal the scars that jagged and enabled its story into my skin like a knife.
It seemed as if I was never ment to live or to have a chance. I would just be the rock on the ground that is used to play soccer when there is no ball. Kicked and rolled around upon the floor, makes the aftermath like a dizzy fright train.
Chills ran up my spine as the eyes that dawned upon me stick into its place. My gown flew softly like a light curtain on a windy day. It created an affect that you would see in movies. But this is no movie. Its a reality, and I'm living it.
The eyes felt like a lion stalking its prey, waiting for the right moment to capture and devour them in the shredded pieces of the past and present but never of the future.
COMING SOON
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