why do i keep counting? by bitter-sweet-melody, literature
Literature
why do i keep counting?
i hadn't noticed the quickly taken steps following my own, landing feverishly and sharp. i hadn't noticed the way the shadow of the person seemed to grow like a disease over the pavement, slowly yet steadily gaining distance. i hadn't noticed the odd, heavy breathing sliding down my neck with the sickly feeling of moist breath. i hadn't noticed anything until the thin rod of sharpened metal had lodged itself firmly into one of the many muscles of my neck; the needle had slowly sunk into the flesh, my gasps strangled as arms enveloped me and slammed my body against the wall of the building. a dead scream crawled it's way upwards, leaving my ga
i didn't sign up for this shit by bitter-sweet-melody, literature
Literature
i didn't sign up for this shit
fingers tapped impatiently on the slick countertop, dull nails clacking against polished plastic with the consistency of a buzzing fly. it made my skin crawl, the sound filling the otherwise silent room like the absent tick of the clock. hadn't i signed up for this? hadn't this been what i've been dreaming for since i was eleven years of age? that had always what i'd thought, until we began to take the lives away from innocent human beings. or, at least, innocent human beings with their DNA laced with odd genes and their veins racing with power unknown and amazing.
"dr. heebner? have you gotten the capsules? we need a large dose of chlordiaz
why do i keep counting? by bitter-sweet-melody, literature
Literature
why do i keep counting?
i hadn't noticed the quickly taken steps following my own, landing feverishly and sharp. i hadn't noticed the way the shadow of the person seemed to grow like a disease over the pavement, slowly yet steadily gaining distance. i hadn't noticed the odd, heavy breathing sliding down my neck with the sickly feeling of moist breath. i hadn't noticed anything until the thin rod of sharpened metal had lodged itself firmly into one of the many muscles of my neck; the needle had slowly sunk into the flesh, my gasps strangled as arms enveloped me and slammed my body against the wall of the building. a dead scream crawled it's way upwards, leaving my ga
i didn't sign up for this shit by bitter-sweet-melody, literature
Literature
i didn't sign up for this shit
fingers tapped impatiently on the slick countertop, dull nails clacking against polished plastic with the consistency of a buzzing fly. it made my skin crawl, the sound filling the otherwise silent room like the absent tick of the clock. hadn't i signed up for this? hadn't this been what i've been dreaming for since i was eleven years of age? that had always what i'd thought, until we began to take the lives away from innocent human beings. or, at least, innocent human beings with their DNA laced with odd genes and their veins racing with power unknown and amazing.
"dr. heebner? have you gotten the capsules? we need a large dose of chlordiaz
maybe it's the unnatural curve to your spine,
the sharp knobs jutting from your back
and indenting your thin cotton shirt
maybe it's the way you speak,
words twisted into something delicate
and voice like ripping clothe
maybe it's your eyes,
big and brown and oh so beautiful
with those long dark lashes
that cast shadows over your cheek bones
maybe it's your freckles,
frayed across the bridge of your nose
like the random scattering of stars
maybe it's your hands,
fingers long and slender yet frigid
thinning into a fragile wrist
maybe it's you,
the pain sharp as broken glass
taking out your anger on anything
or anyone who
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