Sunlight dances on her face and the shade fights for her attention, the concrete lifts into a smile when she delights it with every delicate step, she breaths out the sensation of eating ice-cream in the summer and she breaths in the wounds and the scars of everyone around her. Smile bright but her eyes are faded to grey, skin flawless but her cheeks have hollowed inwards, her footsteps grow heavy as the ground shakes beneath her, the shadows creep up her neck as the pavement drags her to the ground. Enduring the agony of breathing in took away the sunlights daughter to the shadows
i can feel you in my blood, racing like its all a game, pumping round filling my head with the unfinished thoughts, playing with my pulse until it loses its temper. i can feel you burning my organs until they're crisp and black, your lingering in my teeth making them tingle, in my fists that are clenched so tightly moons sprinkle my palms. you're here now, you always are, whether your the dusty weight in my stomach or the electric bolting out of my pores. you are me now, and i am a monster.
i was asked to write a sentence. A true sentence. A sentence that i am entirely sure is true. The truest sentence i could think of. it took me a while for i am unsure about most. But there is something that is true. truer that you. however i cannot use words to describe it for it is a feeling and no, i'm not talking about love and all that bullshit, im talking about the feeling when everything goes quiet, your lungs feel as though they have collapsed, every muscle tenses and in that blissful moment you feel as if you are invincible. it is the truest feeling i have ever felt. i know it is true because if that feeling was not true i wouldve given up pursuing it long ago for you see, everything is only as true as you believe it to be
the pendulum swung, the cockroaches scuttled and he thought. He thought of all his fingers. Each one tapping against his emaciated calf. his long unruly hair scratched the discs of his spine which were protruding from the ghostly flesh. whispering to him, the cockroaches told him of sunlight and of food. he did not understand. He did not understand much for one cannot know much if they have never left the boundaries in which one is born into. Deprived of experience and therefor wisdom, the most intelligent being rotted away beneath silky cobwebs
i swear the mirrors are changing. They contort my figure, they persuade my frown. Swirling through the reflective surface. Rising from the bleak night, the sun appeared that morning and my face glowed yellow, lips stretched up my cheeks and long black eyelashes tickling my pink eyelids. Now sat beside the mirror, my lips stretch down my cheeks, my face is pale and sickly, short eyelashes in clumpy mascara which smeared over my eyelids glistening on the purple bruises. Its the same day, i have not touched my face, yet it appears different. Im hiding from them, the mirrors, they trick me, they change me