3.
I was five,
and that was the last time-
I was alive, truly alive.
Innocent, blissful, and human.
The darkness, it swirled.
It reflected its inky black hues
in my wide eyes.
It pressed nearer, gluing
itself onto my clammy skin-
like Death's mummy-made
bandages.
It contorted me-
like the suffocating, choking
hold of a corset.
Or a boa constrictor.
It seeped into my pores,
reading, looking, knowing
every beautiful and beastly
part of me.
It weaved into my soul-
with the hunger, strength
and greed, of a newborn-
or a leech, it fed.
It fed.
It gnawed. It sucked.
On my bliss, innocence and light.
The pain trembled and waxed,
like a provoked bruise.
I screamed. I wailed. I cried.
I curled up in a fetal position;
the darkness swirled.
It settled in my stomach,
a regret-filled embryo.
Visions were blurred-
eyes were blinded-
judgments impaired-
sins like waves kissed,
and killed the shore, my soul;
as the embryo grew,
the darkness did.
The embryo invaded-
as the darkness did.
Successfully;
Undetected.
I was only one of many.
It swallowed me.
More important, though,
more shocking-
more scary-
was the fact that…
I had.
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PoetryEdge, Katia and Vitria will fight their world where the bad to the worst, is a daily reality. Fight it to the death. This is on hold, sorry. I'm a bit stuck on what to write next and to be honest, I've forgotten where I wanted this to go and just...
