am I not trying hard enough, not achieving enough to make her see my choice, the one I’ve sworn to with skin and bone?
Najaahцитирует5 месяцев назад
The weight of my useless body rotting in the ground. My soul lighter than paper and drifting far from its fleshy prison.
Najaahцитирует5 месяцев назад
Death won’t desert me. It’s waiting for me, beckoning. And I’m ready, taking sure steps toward my final act.
Najaahцитирует5 месяцев назад
I stare at the wall behind her for so long that my eyes drift out of focus. I let them. It’s nice to see the world that way sometimes, blurred around the edges like I’ve sunk to the bottom of the ocean and am staring up at the sun.
Najaahцитирует5 месяцев назад
I am reflecting so much that I can hardly breathe.
Najaahцитирует5 месяцев назад
All this pretty is a goddamn lie.
Najaahцитирует5 месяцев назад
My body knew before I did: She was still gone.
Najaahцитирует5 месяцев назад
She never considers that it was writing that got me here in the first place, destroying me from the inside out.