The voice in my head is fluent in
Gibberish.
Those pretty little nonsensical
Sounds.
.
I have been waiting for this moment
Forever.
The dropping of the shoe on my
Neck.
.
It's a guillotine cutting straight through
Me.
Am I butter or something else that's just
Melting?
.
I am leaking through the floor into the
Sewers.
Turning into something new and something
Ugly.
.
This isn't a familiar cycle through my old
Rodeo.
I am somewhere new with no landmarks or
Bull.
.
Does that mean I've fallen into some kind of
Paradise?
Or am I stuck in a daydream looking for a
Door?
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
Ah, also:
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