“Rock”
I was a rock
A small sharp rock
Cracks through me like the danger of deep cut emotions
The sharp edges- like my sharp nails digging into the sand
Broken through the middle my other half thrown away
Into the deep dark blue sea
Alone on the sand: warm and wet
Left and unwanted by the person
Who bleeds at my touch
Black as where my other half had been attached to the dark bottom
Cutaway, severed the red string of love-
That held us together
The sharp edges of a broken heart
The water salty as rain
Or
The dangerous waters hitting the rock wall
Of my soul
Tears tracing my pale and sharp features.
The color drained from me
With every second sitting on this warm and wet sand
Dead inside and out
No words able to escaping my mouth
Lips black and blue like the color of a sharp and untouched diamond
I am a rock in a way
But not.
About the Creator
Victorian Black
I have always loved writing, even if it can be challenging sometimes but that has never stopped me. I have always wanted to be an author. Many of my books take topics people are afraid to talk about, so I put that topic in my writing.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.