the first dagger i didnt even see coming, much less feel. it stuck me deep in the center of my heart. it hardly left a mark.
the second dagger i feared was coming. the anticipation of it worried me more than the actual damage it did when it ripped into the chambers of my heart, lodging itself next to the first.
the third was the worst. i saw it coming and i didnt even flinch. i knew it would hurt like hell and it could even kill me. but i let it happen. i didnt want it to stop. i dont know why.
and now i had three daggers piercing my heart like pins jammed into a pincushion. it was then i noticed the string attached to the end of each dagger. they looked like party streamers. i reeled and looked at myself in the mirror. i saw that my reflection was calm but i was not.
the doctor told me if i remove them, they will cause even more damage and kill me. but still i tugged on them gently because they hurt so much. i wondered if i should just pull all of them out quickly, all at once. like a bandage and deal with the consequences.
i stagger through my life with these three daggers with strings plunged into my chest.
she didnt even know that the string wrapped around her hand. and when when she turned to walk away, the string grew tighter, gently teasing the daggers.
she is a fading shadow growing smaller into the distance and the string grows tight. if i follow her, i will live the rest of my life with the daggers. if i stop and watch her dissapear, the daggers will kill me.
i hesitate and take a couple steps in the direction she took....but then stop. i watch the string grow taut. the pain is unspeakable as the daggers traced their steps backwards. i stumble, making a satisfying thud as i hit the floor.
the sound must've startled her. she turns around with startled eyes, finally realizing the string is wrapped around her wrist. she looks at her wrist, then me with terrified eyes, realizing what has happened. her tears fall onto my face from her sad eyes. she whispers, "why didnt you just cut the string?" she kneels and holds my body, gently caressing me and strokign me. i feel the sharp metal of a fourth dagger in her other hand brush against my back but it comforts me until my breath grew short and the world turns grey and color washes away.
the second dagger i feared was coming. the anticipation of it worried me more than the actual damage it did when it ripped into the chambers of my heart, lodging itself next to the first.
the third was the worst. i saw it coming and i didnt even flinch. i knew it would hurt like hell and it could even kill me. but i let it happen. i didnt want it to stop. i dont know why.
and now i had three daggers piercing my heart like pins jammed into a pincushion. it was then i noticed the string attached to the end of each dagger. they looked like party streamers. i reeled and looked at myself in the mirror. i saw that my reflection was calm but i was not.
the doctor told me if i remove them, they will cause even more damage and kill me. but still i tugged on them gently because they hurt so much. i wondered if i should just pull all of them out quickly, all at once. like a bandage and deal with the consequences.
i stagger through my life with these three daggers with strings plunged into my chest.
she didnt even know that the string wrapped around her hand. and when when she turned to walk away, the string grew tighter, gently teasing the daggers.
she is a fading shadow growing smaller into the distance and the string grows tight. if i follow her, i will live the rest of my life with the daggers. if i stop and watch her dissapear, the daggers will kill me.
i hesitate and take a couple steps in the direction she took....but then stop. i watch the string grow taut. the pain is unspeakable as the daggers traced their steps backwards. i stumble, making a satisfying thud as i hit the floor.
the sound must've startled her. she turns around with startled eyes, finally realizing the string is wrapped around her wrist. she looks at her wrist, then me with terrified eyes, realizing what has happened. her tears fall onto my face from her sad eyes. she whispers, "why didnt you just cut the string?" she kneels and holds my body, gently caressing me and strokign me. i feel the sharp metal of a fourth dagger in her other hand brush against my back but it comforts me until my breath grew short and the world turns grey and color washes away.
hope your holiday was good, and this is a *beautiful* (in that melancholy way) entry.
Nice entry babe