"Please" It was a cry of desperation at best, the voice no longer carried its former weight,
It didn't bring the feeling of elation anymore.
They were lost; lost to the depths of my mind.
A half formed thought as best.
I had a fleeting sense that they had once loved me
But what do I know?
So I dug harder
They shrieked
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
It pattered the floor in sickening droplets
The life ebbed from me as I went further.
They shook.
They begged for me to stop
That things could go back to the way they were.
I knew they couldn't.
They screamed at me, in an unfamiliar, voice to stop, because what I was doing wasn't safe
My vision went spotty
I let it.
I dropped the blade
And they screamed
A voice I've never known.
YOU ARE READING
poems and short stories
Randompreviously "fireworks reflected in your eyes" I don't feel like that fit the piece anymore, and I needed a change but I still want it to be taken seriously. My earlier work (earlier chapters) are worse please stick em out and read the good stuff ♡♡ ...
