Breathless

She was looking in the mirror then felt something creeping in her mouth, so she opened it wide to see a gigantic cockroach tickling it by his hairy legs. She tried to spit it out but it was stuck like glue flipping along with her tongue and drowning in her saliva, so she accidentally chewed it partly and one of his wings got stuck between her teeth. Its dirty juicy blood and fluids flowed on her coloured tongue then it came out crawling and it fell in weakness. She choked after swallowing the fluids then she started spitting and trying to clean her throat but nothing came out.

Her teeth started to fall off her gums and she started to spit them out one by one, then she touched the rest of them to find out that they are easy to detach. Her teeth are staring back at her from the sink in a puddle of blood. She opened her mouth again to see a gummy grandmother and a younger version of herself screaming from her throat.

Behind her stands an old man who is pale, skinny and bold with sweaty armpits. He hugs her from behind rubbing and smooching her back with his wrinkled lips and then he pulls up her shirt touching her bellybutton and going up. She started to scream for someone to save her, then two big hairy hands with long fingers and sharp black nails came from the thin air above her head to get her. She got pulled up and disappeared from this world to who knows where.

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On the edge

Hello blue eyes … I haven’t seen you in a while. Last time I lacked the faith and courage, but I’m a whole new girl now. I grew up but I see that you haven’t changed, you have the same pure soothing depth that you had before.

I trust you with all of my secrets and burdens even though your only response is a comforting whisper, your calming smell and your trials of carrying them far away to the sunset. I feel you flow in life, I feel you break and merge and I hear you call my name every night.

I love the way your smooth fingers play on my face like the playful breeze and I love the buried stories in your treasure chest that you tell me. Take me in when I fall into your mysterious arms, embrace me with your weakness and your strength. Heal my wounds and wash my soul from my stains as I breathe you all in.

I have the need to dip into the darkness and disappear like the mermaid’s story in reverse. I want to float, to dream, to be free, to be saved, to live and to sleep. I’m just a step away … One more step to go beyond, to you, for my rebirth to begin.

*squelch*

The fear of truth

What if you find a book that has all of the answers that you don’t want to know? Would you dare to read? What if then the way you see the world changes? Will you start to see people changing their skins? Will you see your chains which are made of humiliation?

Will you be inside a cage and its key is with a master of your fears? Will you even try to break free? A slave you are, a slave you will be when it falls into the hand of another slave for it is his only chance to switch. Will your blanket shrink then and stop covering your cold feet?

Never mind, you know what is scarier? If the answers were for Yes or No questions and all of them were Yeses. Now, after you read, a mighty door will open before you and strong white light comes out, will you go in or do you fear the light now?