Saatana-Eternal

I watch her feed her arm another dose of that rich gold-brown liquid. I imagine it must feel like thick, slimy tar sloshing around and sticking to her insides like a cancerous growth. That's basically what it is though right? Not cancerous, but just as deadly. If not more so. "This is my last" she mumbles, her voice husky and deep. Whether she tells this lie to me or herself I'll never know. Her movements because slow and delayed. Like trying to wade through shoulder deep water. Her eyes roll back into her head as she flops down onto the couch beside her. She desperately fights her slumber, and loses the battle. Her body convulses sligh

How about you stop calling me at 2am every second Tuesday morning drunk out of your fucking mind. Because maybe when you pass out around 3am with me still on the other line, I won't spill my heart to you again. How about you stop texting me goodnight, signing off with those cursed little "xo"s you seem so fond of. Because maybe then I'll stop reading it over and over till my throat tightens up and my lungs don't want to breathe anymore. How about you stop talking to me whenever you see me, walking absent-mindedly through the world as if it is a maze with my name on it. Because maybe then my mind won't spin so much with having to pretend

She brushed her little sister’s hand and stared down at her sleeping form. Seraphina looked so peaceful; her golden locks a halo around her angelic face. The setting sun streaming through the window framed her sister’s beauty, leaving everything else in a shadow of darkness. The knot inside her chest grew tighter at this sight. She gripped her sister’s hand harder, forcing her awake. Seraphina’s hazel eyes rested upon her own, her face an expression of question. “I don’t like when you sleep”, her sister mumbled, fighting back tears. I’m scared I’m going to lose you  she thought. “I know

“It won’t hurt” he promised, his breath a barely a whisper against her bare neck. She shivered, from the cool tingle of it. “Trust me” his voice echoed, just a bare, empty memory. It sounded piercing yet beautiful, like that of an angel. But he was the complete opposite of a heavenly creature. And she wanted to trust him. She really did. “You know you want to” he sighed. His long, skinny hands scraped across her thighs, sending shivers through her nerves. Pianist hands. And indeed they were. He had played her a melody once, singing to her a lullaby. But the words were sad and tragic. He was right. She did

I remember lying awake at 4am in the morning – wondering why I can’t feel anything anymore ~ My phone buzzed with a text from you. “Sleep tight love” or a simple “xo”. And then I remembered why I felt so numb. I’d force myself to put a smile on my face – for everyone else’s sake. And sometimes, I really would start to believe that I was happy and that there wasn’t a gaping hole where my heart should be. ~ Then I saw you with her, and how happy you both were. The betrayal hit me like a ton of bricks. And then I remembered I wasn’t happy at all. I drew little broken hearts on my