Breathe. The screaming silence reverberates inside your ears. Right. Left. WRONG. Darkness consuming whatever space is left, inside and out of your floating body. Hovering in the emptiness of your soul. Causing you to rise to a new level of failure.
Breathe. They can’t hear you. You want them to. Want them to hear the wind whistling through your skull. The shrill fall and crash of tears, which you can no longer release. You want them to know that you are INSANE. Because you have finally lost it. But if they did...no...they would take it all away.
Breathe. Eyes squeezed shut, so tight that your eyelashes get confused. Lips pursed. Flesh tingling. Waiting. And then
there comes your saving grace. Pointed. Silver. Shining. Ready? One. Ready? One, two, three. And stab. And drag. Scraping flesh, scarring skin. Rippling against the little nerve endings. Shivers slicing through your spine. You smell the crimson. Eyes still closed, you feel it waiting and racing beneath that last layer of pale, warm, decimated flesh.
Breathe. You want this. And push. Slash that last strip of vein. Crush the thought of sanity far from your mind. There’s no going back. There’s no other side. Just this. Only this. Desperation. Wicked bliss. And SCINtillating pain. The flowing starts, inking your skin a faint shade of pink. But these are not your hands. Food coloring filling in the creases, the flaps beside the break. Disassociating flesh from soul. Once again, you have lost to the pouring elixir. It tastes like life. Warmth. Sanctuary. Bittersweet, like fine dark chocolate. You can’t feel a thing. Only remembering the way that you cringed. Subconsciously anticipating the desire to scream. Yet you were
Breathing. Just breathing. And still you can not feel. The silence deafening. All thoughts subsiding. Except for the one.
“Let me know that i'm alive.”
Author notes
one of those times where you miss it so much you can taste it.
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wow. very descriptive, capable of making me a bit queasy... I like the choppiness, adds to the adrenaline pumping/angsty feel. Theres just a few parts that broke up the flow, listed them below
Causing you to rise & they would take away what- those two parts were too wordy/ could be communicated with stronger words
The flesh has disattached from the soul leaving only room for the pouring elixir. - doesn't flow well, too wordy. and what exactly do you mean by this? that the gap BETWEEN the soul and flesh is leaving room for blood? It's just the "leaving only room for" that doesn't make sense. and disattach isn't a word. I suggest "Flesh detaches from soul: ...... " format for the sentence, however you want to revise that second part
but still. wow. very, very well written, great imagery, great emotion, excellent write
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