Hello all~
I'm back from the dead! Well, not really, but here's a short one, no character in particular. Just some musings on what's been going on. Enjoy :) R&R Please!
Have you ever felt that achy emptiness in your chest? Have you ever felt that dreading horror as you stand over another dead body? Have you ever felt that disgusting satisfaction as you draw the blade over skin one more time?
This one has. And as the ANBU stepped away from the cooling corpse, another piece of her crumbling heart breaks away.
Another corner of her mind lost.
Another fragment of her soul chipped.
And as she goes to sleep at night, she reviews the faces of the ones she gifted the honor of her blade to.
The kiss of cold steel on warm flesh.
It was so fascinating.
Watching the skin part under the sharp edge, the blood bubble up slowly, and then stream out like a trickling river. The beautiful deep red crimson color pooling at her feet, shining in the moonlight. Beckoning her to bathe in it. And she did. Her skin was soaked to the bone with the blood of clients. What could she do? It was so tempting, irresistible, the urge to see the blade on flesh again. But this time, it was on her own. And every night, as she reviews the faces before she sleeps, she tells her self, this will be the last time. The last time she marks her own skin in a tally mark.
One tally for every part of herself gone.
One tally for every shard of herself lost.
One tally to mark the slow descent into the hole she dug.
And when her chest no longer had anything else to empty itself of, nothing left inside, she knew there was no way back.
No way to pick up herself.
No return.
Like broken glass.
Glittering beautifully in the sun.
Broken and unable to be put together again.
Like broken glass.
END
How was it? Bit dark, eh?