S C A R R E D
the walls were white. there were no windows. even if there were
windows, there would be no point in looking.
the sky outside was perpetually grey. a sunless, muggy, grey. but
maybe if lor were here, the sky would be blue.
much like her hauntingly beautiful eyes. and maybe, the room
would be painted yellow.
anyone who knew her
could've told you how flawless she was.
her ivory skin shone bright in the darkest of places. as did her
and many things around her were dark, damp, dusty.
disguising the demons.
how could she have missed their glowing red eyes for so long?
but the light she brought with her must have been to bright,
because they got to her instead of me.
and i was twice as vulnerable.
if i were to be brutally honest,
i would tell you that even when i found her with her hand wide
holding a bottle of unnamed pills,
i would tell you that in that moment, i was more jealous of lor
than i'd ever been.
maybe it was because she was dead.
meaning she was numb from the pain that followed so many of us
like a shadow everyday.
or maybe it was because in that moment,
her eyes looked more beautiful than mine ever had.
it gets less creepy.
and makes more sense.
please someone give it a try?