Day: Sep 16, 2020

Flying down a flight of stairs towards an icy concrete floor.

The author of this storyline feeds on my screams, she wants to hear more.

I break through chalices and chandeliers, the sharp corners leave a mark.

“Honey, watch out for the twists, you might get bitten and it might get dark.”

I’m getting thrown through an open window, tearing up blue curtains.

The pen on the paper trembles. She’s willing to wing it but is she certain?

A dark figure approaches the horizon, handsome and charmingly mean.

“Be still, my heart, be still,” I whisper.

He’s the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.