She swirled around in the sky,
Quite fancy, dancing,
All of the stars flying by.
She smiled upon the world,
The cold hearted melting,
And turning stone into gold.
She twirled around, colors flashing,
Beautiful greens and blues,
Knowing well that nobody was as dashing.
She was adored by both fauna and flora,
The stars in the sky singing her praise,
Forever will dance the beautiful Aurora.
She saw him,
Standing there.
She ran.
Hugged.
Cried.
She looked up at him,
Joy shining in her eyes.
She started to speak,
And all of the color drained from her face.
She cried out softly,
In horror,
Fear,
Disbelief.
He had a knife.
Never fear the darkness,
Light will always come.
Always love the weirdness,
Being normal isn't fun.
Never hate pain,
It only makes you stronger.
Always know you're insane,
It's sanity that makes you bonkers.
Oh save this pitiful home of Monsters
From themselves
Ripping the gates of hell open
Once more
Unleashing the terrors
That took so long to seal
In the first place
These Monsters
Poisoning the air that gave them life
Destroying the soil that fed them
Burning down homes of fellow creatures
Polluting the waters
Although they kill themselves doing so
Save those angelic voices who soar the skies
The little critters in the soil
The creatures of the forests
And the graceful inhabitants of the oceans
Save those innocent souls
Who live peacefully and justly
And rid this world of those Monsters
Rid this world of the human race
Darkness is not terrible
It is not terrifying
Or evil
Darkness merely makes beings
Tremble
It preys on imagination
It destroys one from the inside out
Darkness waits in the shadows
Waiting
Waiting to pounce
On its next unlucky
Victim
Darkness
The greatest fear of all
The problem
The evil
The plague
The destruction
The Darkness
So terrible
But only a figment of imagination
Darkness
Does not exist
Darkness
Simply the Absence of Light
She swirled around in the sky,
Quite fancy, dancing,
All of the stars flying by.
She smiled upon the world,
The cold hearted melting,
And turning stone into gold.
She twirled around, colors flashing,
Beautiful greens and blues,
Knowing well that nobody was as dashing.
She was adored by both fauna and flora,
The stars in the sky singing her praise,
Forever will dance the beautiful Aurora.
She saw him,
Standing there.
She ran.
Hugged.
Cried.
She looked up at him,
Joy shining in her eyes.
She started to speak,
And all of the color drained from her face.
She cried out softly,
In horror,
Fear,
Disbelief.
He had a knife.
Never fear the darkness,
Light will always come.
Always love the weirdness,
Being normal isn't fun.
Never hate pain,
It only makes you stronger.
Always know you're insane,
It's sanity that makes you bonkers.
Oh save this pitiful home of Monsters
From themselves
Ripping the gates of hell open
Once more
Unleashing the terrors
That took so long to seal
In the first place
These Monsters
Poisoning the air that gave them life
Destroying the soil that fed them
Burning down homes of fellow creatures
Polluting the waters
Although they kill themselves doing so
Save those angelic voices who soar the skies
The little critters in the soil
The creatures of the forests
And the graceful inhabitants of the oceans
Save those innocent souls
Who live peacefully and justly
And rid this world of those Monsters
Rid this world of the human race
Darkness is not terrible
It is not terrifying
Or evil
Darkness merely makes beings
Tremble
It preys on imagination
It destroys one from the inside out
Darkness waits in the shadows
Waiting
Waiting to pounce
On its next unlucky
Victim
Darkness
The greatest fear of all
The problem
The evil
The plague
The destruction
The Darkness
So terrible
But only a figment of imagination
Darkness
Does not exist
Darkness
Simply the Absence of Light
to the woman who drowned herself in the bathtub. by littleblueraccoon, literature
Literature
to the woman who drowned herself in the bathtub.
i.
to the woman who drowned herself in the bathtub:
in the magazine I own that published your story,
they blurred out the crime scene photographs,
erasing your face and
the full curves of your breasts.
some part of me wonders
if you would have wanted this,
or if you would have liked for
the public to see you in your final moments,
half-soaked in grey-looking water,
your hair in strings, glued to the porcelain,
eyes closed and mouth gaping,
no breath stirring, no bubbles rising.
ii.
sometimes when I look
into the depths of my bathroom sink,
I hear your voice
(or what I imagine it to be--
after all, we never met).
you sit on the edge