Everything will be fine....
Everything will be gone.
Nothing will hurt anymore.
It's gon' cost a story, but nothing she hadn't—walk through before.
A mischievous experiment with a mouse, The cat before a feast.
A safe maneuver on the brain,
And so slowly he devours her all.
Reborn, with a new life to draw.
She wouldn't be her anymore.
Though as the soul remains the same,
Shall sojourn the entangled morose body.
The waterfalls, she's weeping and screaming...
The current of rules and routes, slithering through the fingers,
Fading with each drying tears.
Never in our hands, the book carves the fate. Believe and have faith, breathe... Breathe in deep.
But it hurts to...
Breaking the bones and crafting them the way he likes.
A kaleidoscopic butterfly, caught in a ferocious spider's web.
Loving him before the haven,
The wreathing of a mellow cocoon.
The bud blooms and she spreads her wings...
She flys, and fars away...
Stuck still in the grim shadows of the haunted forest.
Weaving the grid, tracing along distant woods.
And suddenly,
Twinkles the drop of water from rain on the see-through threads,
Rays through the agape of clawing, looming branches of trees.
A kaleidoscopic butterfly is caught,
The shining web of a ferocious spider surceasing the soar...
The enraptured dark creature crawls near,
The glowing butterfly adhered to the slicing laces, flutters to free.
Two miscellaneous lives cannot be one,
So he cuts off the wings.
For the thirst and hunger are never appeased with only the wings,
He wishes for forever...
He loves her, and slowly; he devours her all.
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'When you're awaken, you'll reborn. You will find me in every bits and pieces of you. So breathe through me.'
'Only I shall live in you.'
Soft, steady breaths, she was peacefully resting on the comfortable bed.
The mind is clouded, there was a heavy ivory fog hovering around. The senses clearing slow, smell of bitter antiseptic, and a searching fragrance of floral from soap and cleaners. The shrill beeps of machines ringing in the ears.
The lids shifting light, butterfly lashes fluttering, through thin slits of her seal, the brightness stabbed her vision.
Flinching she shut the veil.
After a pause. Endeavouring to see once more, she slowly opened her eyes.
The blur fading, the numb pupils roaming accross the spacious room.
White walls, machines, darkness through the wide unveiled, floor to ceiling windows. The white curtains huddled on the sides, the dark blue sky eclipses the radiance of the golden daylight.
Just then a heavy weight on her waist seized her consciousness. Turning her head, a form of a man entangled to her creased timidly her brows.
His head buried in the crook of her neck, she shifted in her place from the cramped closeness. Feeling the sudden motion, in a jolt, he awakened his dizzy mind.
He lifted his head, peering at her, meeting those rounded, cocoa orbs of her.
"You're finally here." His deep, raspy voice mumbled.
"Who are you?" She whispered out only to wince at the arid throat.
Swallowing to moist it down, the feathery graze of his rough fingers, floating along from her temple—overwhelming her, she squirmed under the caging caress of his hand on her cheek.
"I'm Ishmael, your husband." He said, a smile painting in the face of the ravishing man with dark brown iris, long lashes carving almond eyes. Enhanced virility with the firm and dark linear eyebrows, high straight nose, thin lips, a strong triangular jaw.
"Husband?" She breezed out, looking up at his gentle gaze.
"But I–" She broke her words, her features shrinking in confusion.
She wanted to retort the declaration of the foreign man, but surging through the memories, she found it clouded. Too vacant and discolored.
She clutched her head, a sharp pain piercing through the skull. Blurred, the mind pulled nothing from the knowing heart.
Her breathing ragged and spiralling, the heart beating uproariously, the insides were heated, the cheeks are reddening...
It's quiet.
Too tranquiled.
It's terrifying.
"What, why can't I remember?" Her words were cluttered as she burrows her nails in her temple. "What's happening to me?" A cold panick seeping in through the pores, her bones shuddered from the frost of white in the brain.
"It's fine. It's fine. Look at me love," he ceased her hands from bruising herself—and bleeding the thin flesh.
He kissed her knuckles, her aghast eyes gathered on him, he's handling her with tenderness.
"You're my wife. My Neva." He affirmed, verity reflecting in his orbs.
"Be calm, I'll call the doctor hmm?" He tucked the strands of curled hair behind her ear, but she was slumping into the sheets from his touch.
He frowned, siren eyes darkening. But her anxious and faltering self returned warmth in his sight.
She only needs time.
"Don't be afraid. I'll protect you." He affirmed, bringing her in his embrace.
A small smile dangled on his lips. She's not fighting him anymore.
He closened them more, holding her numb form, and feeling the rapid heartbeats, vibrating into him through the attachment of the chests.
When he's fondling her hair lovingly, she put her hands on his biceps and pushed him away.
Glancing at him, she feared his falling features.
"W-water," she mumbled, swallowing.
He nodded, the gloominess in his gaze fading. The ends of his lips arching up feathery light, he kissed her forehead.
Getting off the bed, he started towards the coffee table in the middle, half circled by the sofas arranged against the windows.
He was faring for a little while, and she breathed out waveringly—the air she was unknowingly grappling.
The unfamiliar scene dawning in, the heart was a white canvas, painted with a transparent reed.
Frivolously she sat up, the lungs are constricting, beads of sweat drizzling in her hairlines.
She closed her eyes. Needing anything. Any colour...
Wondering everything...
Yet, she's looking for nothing.
She grated her teeth, head lowered, pulling the hair hard in her trembling fist, the dried roots almost reaped off her barren shell.
As Ishmael stood there in a distant, watching—with a glass of water in his hold, a grim demeanour shaded around him.
She was in pain, gasping for solace.
She was alone, and afraid; she was hollow...
A bitter, rotting feeling of lose.
She wasn't able to catch the red petals of roses and carnation, swirling, soaring in the wind.
The black clouds of the boundless night sky crumpled her up, squeezing her so tight, she cannot even wriggle to free anymore.
And the burning hot tears swimming down her cheeks, little sobs slipping away her lips, did so bare ease the nameless agony.