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Um, this SCREAMS story is pretty intense. Not for the faint of heart. Sorry?
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“Bitch!” they called me, but I just shrugged and sneered. Who gives a shit, as long as I am feared? “Get back to work!” I screamed. They scurried to comply. I laughed. Don’t they know reality’s a lie? One had the gall to glare at my workspace. I lit a fucking fattie and blew smoke in her face. Her cheeks turned red, a cough escaped her lips. I smirked and told her “You need to come to grips…” “...you’ll never be on top, you hopeless idiot. This life is only built for those who can get lit.” |
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Cacophony of Silence Gaze tracing rippled contours of plaster ceilings, every imperfection draws my quivering eyes, reminders that stab my thudding heart. I pull crispy sheets to my trembling chin, starched edges zip against quiet skin. Calves squirm with refreshing discomfort. My lips part in a longing sigh, wishing to hear that voice, mind filled instead with a cacophony of silence. |
Passing Wish Vanilla’s gentle sweetness tickles my nose. My hand passes through Advent candle's solitary flame. It flickers, dodging death with desperate throes. My trembling lips part, releasing an unsteady exhale of shame. My eyes grow distant, staring across darkness and light’s intersection. Illusions of amended decisions dance across black panes, reflected in glass made mirror by manic introspection. How I wish I could break free of weakness’ chains. |