Her eyes seem to blur, but not from the slow tears she can't control. The ones that creep up, well up, and over run the barricade.
She waits for that small part of her to finish dying- to shrivel up and disappear- an agonizing demise, before she begins to clamp down and whisper under her breath. "Its ok. You'll be ok. It'll all be ok."
But even she doesn't fully believe her thin words. Veiled and dripping in deceit.
She moves on quick, packs it up, shoves it down. There's no time to sit and wallow. No time to properly navigate the maze.
"Why take the time to navigate when you can just cut on through", It's stamped in her mind. Repeated like her mantra.
Though the blur in her eyes makes it all seem to go by faster. Faster than possible. Still out of her control, like the slow tears she can't control.
Still waiting, still in denial.
About the Creator
Rielle
An aspiring writer- My first time being a open book.
My poetry is emotionally driven and my short stories are widely inspired. I hope you find something in my collection that tickles your fancy. Thank you.
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