Author: Blushing.Violett PM
We all fall down. Sometimes the least likely is there to pick us up. At others, no one at all.Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Angst - Words: 215 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 09-24-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2955194
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all such things were burning within her skin.
how she. could ever be pl. ayed.
When she herself was the player.
of their games.
Their falsifying hopes.
Something utters in the far-oft and far less cared about distance,
that she is be. ing
merely a fool.
for the endless love she gushes out, awash and saturated.
Converted into arsenic.
spewn in her eyes.
a scald that ruptures her heart within.
something even she herself wouldn't speak of.
But they have corrupted her.
they have hurt her in ways unseen.
of fainted cries.
and laughter. disdain of it.
all of it.
It isn't like everything is fine.
starving. wickedly despised.
cast through the fire. and spat through its en-roaching,
distrustful flames. encircling. swallowing her breath.
thin gasps of air, panic.
filling her with warmth. heat.
of who she was.
who she wants to be.
what she ends up.
I needed a vent tonight. Things were too much. Oddly enough I feel, slightly better.
Then things opened their door and came back. I'm trying to get back on track.