𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 π‘©π’š 𝑡𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 (𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓)
𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 π‘©π’š 𝑡𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 
(𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓) death stories
Β  146
Β  β€’ Β 
Β  0
Β  β€’ Β  8 comments
Share

nawaalmunaf
nawaalmunaf #freepalestine
Autoplay OFF Β  β€’ Β  16 days ago
Part 3! This has to be my favorite out of all. Please check it out! I have putting a lot of work in this series.

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 π‘©π’š 𝑡𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 (𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓)

π‘šπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘šπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘ ; the shining surface of the ocean.

π‘Žπ‘π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘‘; the color of the sky while the sun is setting.

π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›π‘–π‘; promoting peace.

π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘β„Žπ‘–π‘; mysterious and entracing, beyond ordinary understanding.

My body levitates on the marmoris of the blue water with its golden tips tickling my feet as the sun sets.

Like a feather floating in the air waiting to touch the ground.

My eyes glued to the sky as the abendrot darkens

My eyes glued to the sky as the abendrot darkens, turning those golden tips into icy peaks.

The only sound that breaks the silence

The only sound that breaks the silence is the sound of the ocean

stretching miles and miles

stretching miles and miles, connecting shores with some life.

Softly crashing into each other

Softly crashing into each other, shifting my body up and down.

An irenic yet a haunting sensation brings chills down my spine

as the white peaks heave on me

as the white peaks heave on me, slowly making me sink into their world.

I close my eyes and take my last breath

puffing up my cheeks red

puffing up my cheeks red, holding as much air as I can and submerge in.

I open my eyes again witnessing an orphic beauty

the water's surface brightened by the moon

the water's surface brightened by the moon, sparsely illuminating my journey ahead.

My limbs move freely

My limbs move freely, feet vigorously kicking and arms relentlessly punching the water.

Trying to break free from the invisible chains wrapped around them

that drag me to the land of lost stories.

My chest stiffness and my mouth dries.

Throat as if someone might be choking me from the inside.

Fighting to make the air in me last long

Fighting to make the air in me last long, but my lungs give up

and I watch it escape as tiny bubbles squirming up to the surface.

The icy water enters my lungs

The icy water enters my lungs, filling it up and blocking every artery.

A fear engulfs my mind.

Every thought replaced by just one.

Death.

My body now renounces the fruitless battle and stays still.

The gravity pulling me deeper into the pitch black world.

I notice that the waves now move vehemently while the inside stays calm.

The white silhouette fades and I hear the sound of lightning roaring with the wild sea.

A flashing bolt strikes the water

A flashing bolt strikes the water, brightening up the sky as if daylight appearing for a split second.

The war between the Gods of the thunder and the sea continues.

Rain pours down

Rain pours down, impressioning small ripples on the surface.

As if mother nature is shedding her tears since I cannot mine.

To kill its own creation with another.

But I'm unclear of the fact whether she is crying out of joy or sorrow.

Whether I'm entering the gates of heaven

or residing in the depths of hell.

The end hits.

My vision blurs.

The heavens scream and cry

and I sink quietly into the dark.

Taking my place into the unknown.

Accompanied by the biggest shipwrecks to the miniature treasures.

At last

At last, like a soft feather

At last, like a soft feather, I gently land to the bottom

forever.

~π‘΅π’‚π’˜π’‚π’‚π’.

Stories We Think You'll Love πŸ’•

Get The App

App Store
COMMENTS (8)
SHOUTOUTS (0)