| there was a box. inside her heart. stored inside, were all the incredulous hurts. all her pain. it was paddlocked. but it grew. she felt it. the box pounded against her chest. it pierced her heart, bursting its way out. the words, the pain, the heartache leaked into her veins, flowing up to her mind.. her mind scarred with years of silent rage. desolate screaming. even though she never spoke. she collapsed to the floor. her eyes rolled back into her head, and she saw horrific scences of hatred, anger, abuse. she blindly fumbled for a paintbrush. a knife met her fingers. shakeing violently, she mimiked what she saw within her head... the wicked poison flowing out in gushes of crimson red paint.. words stabbed, engraved into her body.. she was searching. for an escape. a way to kill this alien, this box, somewhere within her.. she felt possesed. It couldn't have been her. as she felt lonely, she carved it into her veins. as she felt hated, she butchered the word into her skin.. there was black. overtaking.. clouding her judgement.. her sences.. black painted over her bloodied wounds, seeping in.. there she lay in a pool of red anguish. not breathing. the box had consumed her all. she was free. |
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