we drown in our own silence // AJ
Jul 11, 2017 0:47:03 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Jul 11, 2017 0:47:03 GMT -5
Soft shells shatter clutching to a realm of uncertainty. Wild whispers do not yield their twisted torments each moment time allows to expire. In distant depths drowning has no noise, no screams to slice skin. So far forgotten beneath the break of breaths from above, not a soul can save the anchored. Incrementally incandescent illumination fades from the stare of their irises. This is no fall from heaven hurled in forbidden fire for the world to witness. This is silent slipping into ethereal nothingness, a forgotten loss of life. This is when you walk alone because death has stolen the ship which had kept you floating.
A flicker of fuzz followed by a flash.
Blood burgeons against a white world as eyes lose any sight of a soul.
A flicker of fuzz followed by a flash.
Blood burgeons against a white world as eyes lose any sight of a soul.
It always draws out in this order. Morning melts away memories and for a single second he's alive with another stupid smile spilling across his face. Yet the second speeds away and the second tick of the clock brings back the reminder of the cold corpse buried in the cemetery with his name on its stone. It's not enough to just remember, so her fingers furl around a remote and allow for the revisiting of remorse over, and over, and over, and over...
Eventually she's pulled from the sheets of her sorrow and thrown into the shining sun for her Father's face to smile sinfully at. Another day as his delightful doll. Another day remembering he only acknowledges her now because she's the sole heir to the business. She can't even remember what it feels like when falseness isn't behind the facade upon her face. Still they see her smile as genuine, its too dangerous to look deeper and see the dead girl staring back at them. She's exposed of afterwards, no need to try and fix the broken doll if it does everything he wants her to.
Dust devours her day. Again alone she sits staring into glass which has no view other than the locks that prevent her from fleeing for a fifth time. Medication is delivered in destructive amounts to destroy the "dark" eating away at her heart, its to keep her subdued. Blood bursts from her bites as fingers force the poisonous pills down her throat. It doesn't take long for her energy to elapse and for fog to fill her view of the glass. Dust settles around her and even begins to sit upon her shoulder. She falls through the fog.
Outside her room a friendly face in her younger brother calms her confusion. She begs him to buy her time before stumbling swiftly away into the streets. Freedom fresh as flowers from a meadow fill her lunges as she bounds through back way roads. Brilliant beauty in distorted dynamics greet their rare companion with a kiss of sunlight across her cheeks. She doesn't smile though, she's still dead after all. Alas, among the meandering mists of her muddied mind she moves on functionally finding her way thanks to the familiarity of such troubled travels.
Steps swell and stop as walls of stone stand around her. Slumping to the side she slides down the stone to sit within the forgotten factory's embrace. Smoke spills from the cigarette she lights within the lengths of her fingers and she welcomes its toxic taste with a touch to her lips. Tantalizing delight dawns within her mouth as she melts into the last thing he taught her to enjoy. Spirals spill from her lips and linger momentarily as his ghost. At least perhaps it will kill me faster, her mind thinks embracing the deadly decision.
A flicker of fuzz followed by a flash.
Blood burgeons against a white world as eyes lose any sight of a soul.
A flicker of fuzz followed by a flash.
Blood burgeons against a white world as eyes lose any sight of a soul.
It always draws out in this order. Morning melts away memories and for a single second he's alive with another stupid smile spilling across his face. Yet the second speeds away and the second tick of the clock brings back the reminder of the cold corpse buried in the cemetery with his name on its stone. It's not enough to just remember, so her fingers furl around a remote and allow for the revisiting of remorse over, and over, and over, and over...
Eventually she's pulled from the sheets of her sorrow and thrown into the shining sun for her Father's face to smile sinfully at. Another day as his delightful doll. Another day remembering he only acknowledges her now because she's the sole heir to the business. She can't even remember what it feels like when falseness isn't behind the facade upon her face. Still they see her smile as genuine, its too dangerous to look deeper and see the dead girl staring back at them. She's exposed of afterwards, no need to try and fix the broken doll if it does everything he wants her to.
Dust devours her day. Again alone she sits staring into glass which has no view other than the locks that prevent her from fleeing for a fifth time. Medication is delivered in destructive amounts to destroy the "dark" eating away at her heart, its to keep her subdued. Blood bursts from her bites as fingers force the poisonous pills down her throat. It doesn't take long for her energy to elapse and for fog to fill her view of the glass. Dust settles around her and even begins to sit upon her shoulder. She falls through the fog.
Outside her room a friendly face in her younger brother calms her confusion. She begs him to buy her time before stumbling swiftly away into the streets. Freedom fresh as flowers from a meadow fill her lunges as she bounds through back way roads. Brilliant beauty in distorted dynamics greet their rare companion with a kiss of sunlight across her cheeks. She doesn't smile though, she's still dead after all. Alas, among the meandering mists of her muddied mind she moves on functionally finding her way thanks to the familiarity of such troubled travels.
Steps swell and stop as walls of stone stand around her. Slumping to the side she slides down the stone to sit within the forgotten factory's embrace. Smoke spills from the cigarette she lights within the lengths of her fingers and she welcomes its toxic taste with a touch to her lips. Tantalizing delight dawns within her mouth as she melts into the last thing he taught her to enjoy. Spirals spill from her lips and linger momentarily as his ghost. At least perhaps it will kill me faster, her mind thinks embracing the deadly decision.
Diamond Nixton
