Regretful This metal contraption expels a small gorgeous stone. What had she become? The stone glides through this tense air. Pressure in the room became unbearable. Each breath became weaker and weaker. As the precious stone nears her neck, the beauty was gone; The stone became a bullet. And that ugly bullet made its way past her frozen tears as they slid off her face. Oh, her perfect face. I became helpless. The bullet made its way beyond her tears. The final moment of her existence and all she could do was cry. Pathetic. The bullet twists its way through her pale skin. Tugging on all her veins and nerves. Without a seconds pass, a scarlet abyss attacked the corpse I once adored. Blank stare. Uneasy grin. This is how I love. ~Jen Raskin
radioactive clouds · Mon Nov 28, 2011 @ 07:12am · 0 Comments |