Serenity

Serenity, American, 16

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First few posts from spam account, old moodboards will remain reblogs. Old poetry/writing was posted individually on both accounts.

For every second that ticks by is another step on the tightrope of time

A tightrope that slowly twists into a noose that wraps tightly against my throat

The abrasions against my skin the tell of time

The faster that time goes, the faster I am forced to walk

The faster I walk, the further from the beginning of the rope I become

The further from the beginning I get, the tighter the noose is wrapped around my neck

I can’t breath with this tension

My head becomes blurry, clouds wrapping my brain as I think of “what now”

If only time had slowed down that moment I was sixteen

Then I would’ve noticed the knot that was working itself together

But of course at sixteen I was chasing a dream

A dream that amazed the adults, so they pushed me to try harder, do more, go faster

Though I noticed the tension that began to form in the rope, I said nothing

And then a tug choked me and I stopped

They asked me why I pause but I didn’t want to worry them so I continued to move forward

The tightness around my neck growing stronger with each step

I walked until the rope ended, having knotted itself into a ledge

I continued to walk though, and before I knew it, I was falling

and as the lightning tears holes in the sky,

the echo of our promise sounds,

The sun burnt my skin at noon, though by the time I arrived home all they saw was a sun kissed glow

My bones broken millions of times now held together by braces beneath my jeans, the fabric hiding the weight of the metal

When the doors close behind me the cavities show when the smile drops, backing against the door as I sit against the ground

The sunburn on my skin giving way as blisters bubbled to the surface, some leaving raw skin in their wake

The braces against my legs creek and groan with every motion I make

The cavities in my teeth spread slowly, eating holes into the flesh of my cheeks

The rot slowly spreading down my body, penetrating the raw skin left in the blisters wake, growing further into my blood

As holes begin to tear through my flesh the joints of the braces give way and break around my skin, the breaks in my legs giving way as they crumple to the floor