black water take over . } indirina
Feb 7, 2016 0:39:51 GMT -5
Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Feb 7, 2016 0:39:51 GMT -5
ANA _______ HERONDALE |
{ i need nothing to travel the sea
i need nothing, i need nothing
but there's something
eating beneath ;
Night washed over us like a sea. But it did not come in gentle waves. It was all at once, in one swift, deft movement. It engulfed everything in a single storm, consumed the sun and cast it under.
Hour. After Hour. After Hour. They dragged by excruciatingly slow- I watched them down every drink, and then I'd pour them another. But nothing could ever sate the hollowness inside, not beer, not whiskey, not wine. They come here looking for medicine, but I do not have hands so gentle as a medic's and we serve poison, not pills. I'm a bartender, not a doctor; I was not made to wrap their bleeding hearts up in bandages, but I can numb the pain for a night.
The crowd slowly trickled out the door as the bruise-like bags under their eyes darkened and their bones grew heavier with drowsiness and alcohol. I've lost track of time, but I'm sure, by the way my eyelids threaten to shut tight like a coffin door, that is is past three in the morning. And more importantly, past closing time.
But one patient remains, lounged at the bar counter with emptied glasses laid out across the table. She's a pretty girl, with curtains of dark hair and eyes like blue ghosts. She has that look, stark in the depths of her deep blues, that so many others who come in here to die a third, fourth, two-thousandth time. I know it well, the hollowness.
I have never felt despair so deeply, so darkly, the way they have. I can see the scars, white as the moon, jagged as the cracks in a punched window, in their eyes. What made them, I do not know, and I never inquire, either. I just let them drink their demons down the drain and hope to no end that when the haze clears, they will miraculously see the light break its way through the dark. But it is a hollow hope- miracles do not materialize in a world like this.
It is past three, and this girl has settled like stone upon her seat. "Um, h-hey," I start, but I stutter and the words break into pieces in the air. "It's far past closing time," I try again, clearing my throat to break the sudden, awkward pause in between.
"You should be heading home soon." But I say it like it is a suggestion. I know the moment the words leave my mouth that perhaps I should use a harsher tone, that forcing her out of the bar would be more effective. But I have never been one to be anything but gentle. Maybe it is because I pity lost souls like her, drifting bar to bar, trying to drown out whatever agony plagues them with an amber rush.{ black water take over
swallowed by a vicious vengeful sea
darker days are raining over me
in the deepest depths i lost myself ;
