"I want to know why he chose fire when he could've had honey. I want to know why the devil defied God." ࿏♖ 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗 ♖࿏
✒ Graphic Depictions of Violence
✒ Mature Language
✒ Sexual Content
✒ Mental Health, Self-Harm, Suicide, Homicide, Murder...
For a moment breath is knocked out of my lungs, and I surrender to the pain of sharp glass twisting in my heart. My pants are heavy, my eyes are heavy, my body is heavy and I feel like I have drowned in my own blood. Yet when I raise my hands to my eyes, when i lower my gaze to my dress; everything is perfectly, pristinely dry. The pain is gone and so is the venomous word that instigated it.
Slowly I raise my body off of the hard concrete floor. The sun is so bright, I lift my right arm slowly, bringing my palm to my face; shielding myself from the burning light. Grass sprouts around my feet, tiny purple flowers tickling my ankles. I stand my ground, confused but at ease. Pulling my arm back down, I realize the sun has set as quickly as it had risen, a butterfly dances in front of my eyes instead. It's beautiful and dark. Grey contrasting dark navy on its broad wings.
'Come with me' it seems to whisper to me before it flaps its wings faster, skimming under the starry sky across the meadow. I follow it, walking slowly at first but steadily increasing my pace to match the butterfly's. I failed, however. It's too fast and I'm too slow, I trip over a rock and fall into the deep icy water. My arms flail, somehow I've forgotten how to swim, I breathe hard, I push, I scream but the water muffles me and I drown.
