An unexpected interaction
Something I never expected to happen
Finding my personal kintsugi
Who knew it was in the cards
That I would come to you in shards
You found me broken
Feeling like nothing more than a token
But here I am today
Repaired in a way I never knew I could be
I thought there would be more to this
But I will take it nonetheless
I just hope that one day
I can return the favor
Tell you all that’s been on my mind
I hope you are well
Because I miss you being around
You are one of the best I’ve ever found
And shouldn’t be hidden in a drawer
You should be displayed for the treasure you are
Because you’re worth waiting for
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Buried alive. What a horrible way to go. Yazz lay there, in her own thoughts. What else could she do? She was hungry, thirsty, tired, mentally, and physically exhausted, and more than anything, she was bored. She hoped she would die of boredom before anything else, anything else would've been more painful. Like many people had, she and her friends had talked about what they reckon the worst ways to die were, it was a morbid subject, but it came up every now and again. Yazz had always been one to argue her point on drowning, others had mentioned burning alive, slowly and painfully bleeding to death, hung drawn and quartered, and being starved to death. It was strange that none of them had considered being buried alive, it had never come up. But now, she was thinking back to those conversations her and her friends had had, how could they have not thought about it? It took a lot longer than the others, you were completely confined, you couldn't move or do anything, you just had to wait, until your body was physically unable to support a life system anymore, which could take up to four days. Four! By far the longest out of all of them. She recounted some of these conversations just to try and pass the time, anything to pass the time. It was difficult to know how much time had passed since she had been underground, it was difficult to know anything. There were many things that Yazz didn't know, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know how she'd got into the coffin, she'd just woken up there. Yazz also didn't know what time it was, or even what day it was, she guessed at Tuesday, it was Sunday evening when she'd been buried alive, intentionally, and although it had felt like weeks had passed, she was still alive, which means she hadn't died from dehydration, and therefore it couldn't have been more than four days.
By Liam Storma day ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
Stunningly written but such a tinge of sadness 🤍 Tears over here x
Wonderful piece.
Enjoy reading your Kuntsugi's. Your repair in art and in relationship!😊💕
What a beautiful way to portray a relationship.
Just lovely.
One who can practice the art of kintsugi with our person & soul is one worth waiting for, most definitely.
Beautifully expressed!!! Loved it!!!❤️❤️💕