She sits.
Driving pins.
Through her skin.
Driven.
By pain.
One pin for each tear.
One... I miss you.
Two... I love you.
Three... They lied.
Four... They hate me.
Five... I can’t breathe.
The pins
are shining...
Her skin
is reddening...
Her vision
is dimming...
Her sanity
is leaving.
The lights flicker.
The walls turn.
All reality fades.
Everything but the pins.
And her skin.
Pins pierce.
Blood flows.
Wrists sting.
Pins pushed to the edge.
Pain begins to fade.
One...
Two...
Three...
Four...
Five...
Her heart is breaking.
Crack... snap... crash...
Her mind is racing.
Anger... Despair... Pain...
Her life is ending.
Tick Tick Tick.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Pins (and needles?) to fall away, as if the heart were to go numb falling asleep.
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