Me.
-who I am. fiction through reality.
I am the silence of the night.
My childhood smells like wet dirt.
The rain tastes like the vigorous child I was once.
I see my reflection but all I see is the mask of lies.
The first thing I see in the morning is my window, and I wonder what awaits me.
The last thing I see at night, is the ceiling, wondering, at times even hoping that it will me answers.
The wind moves at a rate in which it suffocates me.
I laugh so deviously & slowly, more like a giggle, I laugh at how much pain my heart could suffer and I wont die.
I come from the shadows only seen by those who call me out.
I don’t know where I’m headed.. my future has been covered by a dense fog.
I am exactly who you want me to be.
My childhood smells like richness and happiness.
The clouds are dark & rain drops that fall taste like the immortal drink everyone seeks for.
I see a young girls reflection, eyes so curious, smile so innocent, and body so perfect.
The wind moves so slick through my nose and into my lungs.
The first thing I see in the morning is my closet waiting to choose my perfect clothes.
I laugh when other people laugh. I come from a family that doesn’t criticize.
I open the door so powerful, I open it with such confidence.
I am from the consumption of my own body.
My childhood smells like extortion by the soulless creatures.
The rain taste impure and they feel like a flame against my flesh.
I stare at the mirror and I find myself pondering, thinking of what I have become.
The first thing I see in the morning are my gruesome hands. Wishing they were different one all they seem to do are mistakes.
The last thing I see at night are the lights that go off. After that it all goes indistinct.
I stare hoping to see something in the dusk.
The wind is so accelerated, I exhale but I cant seem to inhale anymore.
I laugh so beastly. I laugh at the world that will soon doom, and when they do I will rise. I come from the prenumba, pale white and ice cold.
I’m going to the unknown where everyone and everything mind their own business.
I could beat the door down, but I prefer for someone to open it and let me know I’m invited to go in.
I would go to the world inside the snowflake and live forever content.
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