Uhm...experiment?
Hullo,
I was feeling creative and this was the outcome and seeing as I never really get to share my stuff with anyone I thought I'd give it a go on here...
I’m tired. My skin has become pale, yellow and sickly. It’s blemished, all imperfections having risen to the surface. As have those of the people around me. My soul stares blankly from the dark, sunken sockets of my eyes. It reflects my outward appearance. It has been bruised many times; it has been wounded and has bled.
My hair falls limply about my shoulders, it’s tangled and smells of smoke. It’s as lifeless as my expression. My chest is tight and I want to gasp for breath…but I don’t really need to. The oxygen is there, I just don’t feel its affects.
My stomach burns, twists itself into knots and then reverses and repeats the motion, waves of sickness washing over me, making me dizzy.
I refuse to cry anymore but the tears creep from my eyes and slide down my face leaving hot little trails behind them.
I am Miss Brightside.