THE FALL
  • WpView
    Odsłon 2
  • WpVote
    Głosy 0
  • WpPart
    Części 1
WpMetadataReadW trakcie<5 min
WpMetadataNoticeOstatnia publikacja pt., mar 28, 2025
The fall   “Were you scared?”, asked cousins trying to decode my fantasy in vain. “No” …I lied. Logic cannot bring meaning to my thoughts. “Terrified”, I remembered reading my poems. Anyway, I tumbled, and learned some lessons!   I thought I was cool in hiding my feelings for him. But my friends sensed it from miles! They made a blueprint of me and made some verdict. Well, to save me!   Reason 1: “He is a player with words, Such a liar!” But all I did was dance with my heart, Holding on to his poetry.   Reason 2: “He never considers your feelings, Such a hypocrite!” By that time, I already made a castle out of my mind, And was ready to jump from the top into his arms.   All of the reasons felt like treason, And I felt so lonely amidst hands to hold me. And without tears, I saw myself crying. Even the rain wept for me.   I never knew why I felt all this? I don’t know how long a wall I should build? I do not know whether I can ever forgive myself. I do not know. I do not know.
Wszelkie Prawa Zastrzeżone
Dołącz do największej społeczności pisarskiejOtrzymuj spersonalizowane rekomendacje dzieł, zapisuj ulubione dzieła w bibliotece oraz komentuj i głosuj, aby rozwijać swoją społeczność.
Illustration

To może też polubisz

  • Unmask
  • Release Me
  • Deception (Urban Fiction)
  • Worth the Risk
  • Deeper
  • White Top Hats
  • Double Dog Dare
  • Bully stepbrother
  • The Honest Liar
  • The Other Guy (BoyxBoy) ✔️
Unmask

"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.

Więcej szczegółów
WpActionLinkWytyczne Treści