You always have a choice, he made the wrong one
It may be a costly one
For me

You will get a choice, choose wisely
I thought it couldn’t happen to me
Especially after I made the right one

Lights fade, screams turn into whispers
Glass dives into my paling ivory skin
Pavement absorbing the blood

A party, filled with people,
Too many people
     My vision is clear, not a drip slipped past my enclosed lips

Cups and cups of the poison fills his bloodstream
Vision dotted, the light is blinding
Head above the clouds, soaring through the sky

Not a drip passed through my lips Mom, I promise
I listened, even though it seems may have seemed like I didn’t
Every words was branded into my skin, burning to make sure I never forgot

He didn’t know that the head high above the clouds would come crashing down
The car came out of nowhere, I didn’t see it coming
It came out of nowhere

Now, lying on the grass
I am now playing a game with Death
and He is winning

The lights on his car, blinding,
I couldn’t move, my hands stuck, glued to the steering wheel
It happened too fast. my leg slamming on the brake, my head flying backwards while my body is flung forwards

Darkness fiddles with my eyesight
Numbness overtakes Pain easily
Nothingness has never been so blissful

The times I got mad at you for searing the words into my skin further seems pointless now
I am sorry
You won’t be able to hear my apologies from the tops of the clouds

I am sorry I couldn’t fight for longer
I hear the sweet song of sirens coming closer, closer,
People rush to my side
Words are mushed into one, filling my ears with the last sounds I will ever hear,
My eyes fluttering open and close this whole time, have now finally shut
The lights aren’t blinding anymore
Numbness has torn through my body, leaving not an ounce of pain
I am not suffering
My breath is slowly becoming smaller and small

One breath
I try to pry my eyes open, but nothing
My hands are damp from the sweat the is glistening around my body
Two breaths
Mom I love you, you gave me so much that I would never come out of debt to you.
Tell my sister, everything will be okay. Even though it may seem like I hate her, I don’t. I love you.
Three breathes
Tell my brother, I hope every dream of his comes true, and I will read him a story tonight in his dreams, then he can play with me once more. I love you.
Four breaths
Tell dad, that no matter I will be sitting by his side every Sunday to watch the matches that play. I love you.
Five breaths

We will always have choices in this world. He made the wrong one as soon as the keys jingled as the engine roar with life,  and the gas sputter out of the exhaust, and the tires turned in endless circles
7 breathes
He made the wrong one
It was costly
For me*

*8 breathes
Game over.
Death won.

I was molested...
she finally wrote these words
in an old weary diary, tired.
...at a tender age of seven,
I was,
Tears rolled down and she scribbled again,
this old woman suffered, approaching her death.
I work as a nurse in this quite hospital
and two months ago, I was given the job to take care
of her, The silent and reserved old lady never spoke to me.
but when two men I guess older than her
paid a visit, she somehow seemed happy rather satisfied.
after they had left, she began writing and I became
curious.
she wrote further...
by a pair of two teenage brothers, twins.
I never knew what had happened to me was so
critical. I thought they just played with me.
I grew up and before soon I realised it was wrong and punishable.
I...I kept quite.
I pretended to live a normal life
with a wretched heart.
the sad ones they say
but no matter what
I just couldn't stop thinking about it.
very soon I was a teenager too.
I developed new ways to  turn my misery into laughter.
They... were people we had known for a long-time
and they'd visit home at least three times a year or so
and when they would I saw guilt in their eyes.
Before I could even understand I fell in love with one of them.
I didn't tell just like they won't ask for forgiveness
or I was not so confident to confess.


O ye tears hanging up to her eyelashes
find way down and wash
pain from her beautiful heart
with the same purity of aught.

as she closed the diary she said wiping her tears;
sometimes, I feel like the floor
a quite muse to adore
how important
but forgotten.
sometimes, I feel like the sky
the highest of prides
however distant
but remembered in your heart.