darkness:

the darkness that stemmed from her heart
grew and crept through her entire entity, aided by the cracks and schisms melancholy had inflicted upon her.
and when darkness engulfed all that she was,
what was left
of her was an empty shadow; a past of a long-forgotten persona.

at times she wondered what was wrong with her
what fed the depression and satiated the darkness that made her heart cold.
it was her inability to ignore and move past the forgotten that carved her soul,
that held her hand while it led her down the spiral staircase
while assuring her that the depths of her heart was where her original self would fit perfectly.
perfectly: locked inside a cellar with walls spaced so close that claustrophobia was replaced with the sensation of drowning.
perfectly, was unimaginable perfect for someone lost to the insidious claws of grief and agony.

the lifeless body that sprawled on its pool of life
amid a mess of papers, some stained and some spared,
found only one which had any semblance of her left.
it was scribbled illegibly,
and only the first word, could be read:
'sorry', it said, meant to deliver a greater impact if all the other papers that were meant to be filled became a letter.

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i've been writing some pretty dark stuff.