Flushed Cheeks And Bad Intentions

Fingers crossed,

Eyes squeezed tight,

Heart in my hand.

Pleading for a miracle.

And then they sent you.

The wind blew so cold I could almost grab it, a solid swell of matter dancing just out of my grip.

I took a breath and as the ice slid down my throat I finally felt the pressure in my brain being cut open, released into the crisp air.

Gush with blood,

Rather than listen

To the empty clichés

Trying to push their way in

So I waited.

And I brushed my hair until it shined and painted my face with glitter hoping it would be enough.

Enough to hint at what’s below the surface.

Enough to glow brightly to show off my potential.

The silence follows in wisps of grey, dancing as she enters through your ears; enters through your eyes. Seeping into your bones leaving you stagnant. The only sound you can hear is your own laboured breathing and the tik tok at the other side of the room. Tik Tok. Tik Tok.

No more.

No more will I be a half human with jagged thoughts. No more will I forget that I am the morning, I am glowing and I am the centre of my very own universe. No more will I be eaten alive by this thing that lives in my skin.