The sun turned the sky to fire, just like it always did. The river sighed against the rocks, smoothly cutting down the mountain side. The wind whistled, ever gently, as it swirled through her hair.
Nothingness pulsed insistently in her ears. Filing her mind with shuddering emptiness. How do you drown in nothing?
The throbbing turned to words, a plea. A scream, for help, for mercy. Her own heart begging for release.
ВИ ЧИТАЄТЕ
Realisation
Сучасна прозаUp, up, up. And out, and out, and out. Out until your finger tips touch the stars. Until theres no room left for breath. The shadows and the hurting. Only stars. And it's calm. And calm and calm and calm. It's calm and you breathe and you breathe. T...
