Lost in the darkest maze
To never again feel his gaze
My first short story, warning! Violence!
The Memories Were Like Daggers To The Skin, Cutting Pain Throughout My Mind.
Sometimes I feel like there’s no solution, like a knife to my flesh is all that matters.
Demon’s whisper to me. Up with your blade. Take it to your flesh. Back vile beasts!
I want to cut. Just because I'm bored.
It got real, I’m sorry (trigger warning)
My sorrows, your sorrows, our sorrows.
~ B L A D E ~ And let it be said that I fought not with metal, but with words.
by tbanarchy Welcome to my sanctuary.
Her eyes. They're bright blue.
Colin watches Marion from a distance, but is growing sick of waiting..
Drawing it across the canvas The sharpness piercing without feeling
On today's prompt: blade.
Aftermath (for the daily prompt Feast)