ravenwynona
Stapled.
It should have been.
But I lost the stapler.
Like I do everything.
Now it's just a stack of loose papers.
It's meaningless.
Just word out of order.
Stapled.
I wish.
Excluded, object of disgust, eyes look down upon and never up.
Raindrops sliding down the grimy window, strung together like pearls in a necklaces. Slowly dripping into a pool of mirror.
In the whole, with every inch of soul, completely. It was what she had always wanted, had ached for, nearly died for. And now, it was before her, within her grasp, but now it seemed so insignificant.
Crash! And it was done. The blood spread across the broken pavement, seeping into the cracks. Silence engulfed the moonlight, shining silver off the crimson river.
Insane. Was that the word? Memory was failing, voices clouding the pictures of the past. Voices? Loud, quiet, whispers, shouts; blurring consciousness.
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