giraffewithstripes

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Convoluted words irritate, As they cannot be carved by my lips. Instead, these scraggly words Take their own shape, Ruled by desire as they are – Prowling cats with their  own agendas, That does stare unblinkingly unfazed While I lapse into silence. Why do I even bother? To tame the monster that yowls, And screeches nonsense Into the empty spaces? Could it be that this creature, Fantastical as it seems, consumed by madness Bears an uncanny resemblance to me?

Three words: I hate you. They were like acid bubbling off of my lips. Such vicious words, they were the words that ate into the heart of a stranger, portrayed clearly in their wounded eyes. Everything was a swirl of red as I spat: I hate you. The white walls seemed to taunt me as I screamed. Everything was useless...in vain. Even though there were no happy memories there, even though she slowly wasted away there... That room was special. That room wasn’t theirs. They did not deserve such a room, a room that belonged to someone else, so significant, so special, so loved. But she was gone. And that was left was this room: a testament to