azara
I knew it as I did it. There was no reason, no excuse. No forgiveness. I lost it, and so I lose it all. I should leave before they have to terminate me, but it isn't that simple. I love them.
It's a shame my temper doesn't.
Blood everywhere. In my hair, in my mouth, in my skin. I couldn't breathe as the narrow space filled with my life's breath and sustenance. Funny how poetry comes to you when you're dying such a terrible death.
It was hard to say it. The date was fixed in my mind, no matter how hard I tried to remove it. The was set. There was no stopping it. The day I died.
And took the rest of the world with me.
They didn't matter to me. Not really, at least. They were meaningless numbers on a paper that tried to say more than it actually was. Five, ten years from now, I won't even remember this little sheet of paper. But right now, at this very moment, I want the very best.
I'm not a beauty queen. I hate cosmetics, and I've never touched a hair iron before. I'm downright ugly and everyone knows it. I'm a freak, a witch. Why did I sign up for this again?
He threw it high into the air, that which was the end of all things. I ran to catch it, that Torch, that abominable Torch, but it was too fast, and I had nothing left in me. I watched in horror as it fell, menacingly, to the earth.