Zero

This is the burning pits of hell.
There is no escape. There is none.
Close your eyes and melt.

You breathe out and break into bazillion pieces.

You breathe back in and inhale the absolute chaos around you.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
Suffocate.

You feel your heart right inside your chest,
with tiny fragments of glasses cutting into it.
Stabbing you.

And yet you do not feel your heart at all,

Just a never ending pit of black hole
Sucking you into nothingness from the inside.

Emptiness.

Thoughts running chaotically across your mind,
with such number and speed that they fade out like the disappeared blades of the helicopter.

And just like the air machine you want to lift up and disappear into the deep space.

Weep. Cry. Sob. Howl.
Break down.

Thump your hurting chest.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Stop. Start. Stop. Break.
Shatter.

The animalistic cry of pain echoes out of your throat while you drag yourself.
Crawl on the hard cold floor searching in the dark for something to hold on to. Something.

Anything.

And you know this is just one of the countless pain you are going to encounter.
While the clock runs

Tic. Toc. Tic. Toc. Tic. Tic.
Stop.

And all you want is to evaporate.
Cease to exist. Disappear.

Nothing.

This is the burning pits of hell.

There is no escape.
There is none.

Close your eyes. Melt.

“In my end is my beginning.”

XOXO ♡ 


© Fiona Crystal Sept 16, 2018 | 09:23 PM
Fiona Diaries — ‘Heartbeats and Wild Things’ • All rights reserved

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