Part 1 ♬

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The earth is dry, after many weeks of clear skies the land yearns for a drop of god's water, one that will drop from the sky like a single diamond. My feet are planted, one with the ground I was raised on. Though today I must perish, my spirit will live on in the many I have met along the way. My hands clasp the cold knife, the edge pointed at my heart. The one thing I could not protect.

Slowly the blade inches towards me and I feel the sharp point grazing the thin cotton of my shirt. A single tear falls, escaping its confinement of my eye. The small 'plip' of the single bead soaking itself into the parched earth echoes in the back of my mind. My hands loosen around the blade, wondering if this is the right decision, but before I can change my mind I plunge the metal knife into my heart with an agonizing wail.

The stabbing pain in my chest is overwhelming, my mind blinking in and out of consciousness as it tries to save me from death; but death is inevitable. A soft smile spreads across my face as the pain drifts away, my eyes closing. 'Will this be my last breath?' I wonder to myself with every ragged inhale. At last, the soft embrace of darkness surrounds me, and my blood soaks into the parched ground. The earth beneath me is no longer dry, instead damp from my sacrifice. The sacrifice I had to make. The ground beneath me groans as it feels the long awaited drops of god's water.

My water.


Thanks for reading <3 I honestly can't tell if this is reaaalllyyy cringey, or if it's actually good, someone please help ToT

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