mistersuperhate

Prose:
The manifestation of past sins have caught up to me and have me in its' grasp.
Twisting me and locking me in;
dragging me and nailing me to the dank, cold basement floorboards of a stomach twisting nightmare
where the faint, fleeting ray of light known as happiness peeks in and rears its head...
but for a blinding flash.
Just long enough to let me know it was there.
Just long enough for me to long for it again.
Just long enough to make me hurt.
And the only sound that it makes
is the simple joys
of once-treasured romantic notions
crying it's death rattle
as it disintegrates and fades
into emotional oblivion