dance with the rhythm of pain.

FieldsSoaked with your lies, I sat on the bathroom floor and moaned as the ecstasy of pain induced my veins. How many times did you promise your eyes would only meet mine? How many days did you spend with me to tell me my hands were enough for yours? How many hours did we use to watch the midnight be dawn and just embrace the silence of our contentment?

I thought the falters of your own promises would be the hardest regret I would face, but it was your pleasured smiles in action that splintered my thin skin and did it.

I kept asking my blurred conscience if how long could I stay; I motionlessly listened to the blabbers of my head about the chances of a clear repeat. So, I painted your name upon my arm with the sharp end of the blade—the red streak finished the filthy canvass, glazing my body and the floor.

I crawled and reached the drawer until I fished out brown bottles. I emptied their contents with my lonely mouth and washed the thrilled white tablets down through the tap water.

Eventually, I could see the haze of something cold—the delirium of my own decision.

Wait for my reincarnation—somewhere and into someone you would not recognize.


Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.

let me hold your words before you leave;

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