aliperdue
The sky was painted with your words -- they hung over me like guilt from a told secret. I kept trying to escape them, but the sky follows you everywhere: it creates your shadows, it blankets your dreams, it awakens your mind. I tired to run away, but your words were the clouds that drifted into stars that followed me everywhere.
Your words were like nails scratching on a chalkboard. They had that ear piercing sound that makes you cringe in disgust. That cringe that tries to block out the sound but is ultimately useless. And just like that cringe my body tried to escape your words, my ears tried to block them out so I could only hear the murmur of your voice. But it didn't work, and as much as I tried your words just kept getting louder and louder until my heart had your nails etched into it. All I could think about was the chalkboard.
It wasn't the sound you made that scared me. But rather the clinking of the iron piercing the ground. It struck it like a bullet to the body; like a thought to the brain. It struck me, and I was hopeless. Your sound, your words, it was the iron.