Forsaken Places

51 5 0
                                    

They used to tell me to never bring my imagination to forsaken places.

I never knew what it meant.

I saw you, and when I did, I thought the day was bright and the night was dark. Actually, it's the other way round, you said.

I believed you.

And when you pulled me deep into the sulphur lakes of your heart, I got helplessly lost. Searching, wandering, scavenging for pieces.

Pieces of lost souls and painful breaths, of liquid complexities and shattering betrayals. I never knew why I searched for them.

They scar(r)ed me, and they made me scream and squirm in its grasp. But you made me like them as much as I loathed them.

I was soon swallowed whole by the depths of your ungodly sorrows and the dark, dark tragedies of your being.

"Never take your imagination to forsaken places."

kāiWhere stories live. Discover now