"𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓱..."
These are the feelings
I carried with me,
thoughts I held back,
scars I hid,
and all the words I kept;
my friend and my foe.
A C H I E V E M E N T S :
» 𝑾𝒂𝒔...
When she takes her pen to write, her mind wanders to the days of escaping knives, blood dripping from his fingertips, as she shivered in the corner, her heart pulsating, to the room of dismay.
Remembering his lips, the malice always oozing, never resting, as he said with pure disgust, "I will kill you; one day, I will—" with a blade of a knife pointed to her neck— her veins pulsed into waves of fear.
He set her world in rough winds, a hundred tongues of acid he spat, her lungs carrying oceans of pain and misery, her life hanging in the grey dawn— neither facing life nor death.
And when the blazing tide engulfed her, she drowned in the endless abyss, asking herself, Is this what it feels to see death mocking her last breath?
And when he was distrait, diverted by a sister passing by, she swiftly fled the ambit of peril threats.
Like the wind, she ran Like a prisoner, she escaped, Like the prey of a ferocious beast, her limbs never rested; The breeze of an opening window willed her to jump, giving her a head start to buzzing freedom in the air.
Along a narrow way of sleepless days and whispers in the night roaming, her rugged path crowned with eternal angst, awake or dreaming, as it always filled her vision with him — the Cheshire Cat annihilating her past.
