Monster
I have become
Atrocity, freak, oddity...
Shame, stigma, prideless...
Once admired
Revered and influential
They look at me
And call me an angel
But when I see my reflection
All I see is...
A monster.
I remember a time
Of dreams and pride
And honor
Now is the time...
Of shame.
Stop.
Don't breathe.
Don't think.
He might hear you.
I am pressed against the wall. My fingers are spread as wide as they will go as my palms press heavily on the drywall. I take a deep breath. Hold it tight. I feel the air escaping my lungs, my circulation; my blood thinning of oxygen as I hold, one, two, three .
I hear Him slither down the hallway. His movements are languid, snake like, as He comes after me. I can imagine it all in my head: the long, thin arms, coiling around every turn and corner, searching for me. Have you ever noticed His face? His eyesor lack thereof? I have a theory. He doesn't have eyes because
God my family can be such a pain in the ass somtimes they can be sooo anoying and sensless ...but...i love em.. im mean wat can you do? exactly nothing.
Hey, it's been a while Looking at your profile makes me feel a homesickness for Warriors roleplay on Instagram lol I wish I could go back but I'm still trying to get through school, I have a month left.