The liquid had crawled through my veins,
it spread like fire,
swarming and crackling,
inhaling the air and lands
trampled underfoot.
It blurred the edges of my senses and sent
thoughts in a spiral.
A torrential wind of pain
of blistery memories,
of loss and bitterness
of deceit and treachery
of fire and bloodshed.
It took hold over my mind,
and suddenly the words coming from my lips
were no longer tinged
with their usually crystalline sweetness.
They were slurred,
and filled with questioning,
the feeling seemed to taint my lips and bloodstream
until I let go of the person I was,
and let go of the confines of my words,
And there I sat,
allowing my thoughts to wither away under my
slipping hold,
hoping that this was not what I would become,
when taken by fear.
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-Not A Princess-
Fanfiction*Includes spoilers from The Walking Dead* It was in struggle that Beth Greene found meaning and heroism. It was in struggle that she changed, and morphed into a warrior, riddled by the terrors of corruption. It was in struggle that she learned to tr...
