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Screaming, all the screaming. Cries for help pierced the night. Alone, all alone. No one heard her cry out. Family, friends walked past her without recognition. Her tears boiled from the flames licking at her flesh. She cant breathe. The water filling her lungs to maximum capacity . Muscles ache as she flails her arms, sad attempts at staying above the water. Waves crashing, still alone, giant hands pulling her down earnestly into the puzzles of the unknown. Surrender to the icy hands gripped around her body. Peace, Relax, Calm. Shattered glass, everywhere, almost like sparkling diamonds sewn into her skin, warm, sinewy blood flowing from her pores. Sounds, voices, feel their hands. Gentle touch, offer help. End the pain she feels, she breathes. Eyes, sad, why are their eyes so sad. Drip, drop, drip, drop. Is it raining? No im inside. Open my eyes. Tears, warm salty tears. Why are you crying? Answer me, don’t you hear me? Stop ignoring me. The games over, I get it. Just stop crying. She looks at the head of the room. Acknowledgement. Someone passed away. She feels relief. Understanding. Its her. It made sense. She walks up to the casket. Nothing there. It wasn’t her. It made sense though. No one can hear her, see her. It just had to be but wasn’t. Its like she was invisible, dead and alive at the same time. Invisible.
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