I've died.
In the crook of your arms,
The bend where your thoughts turn
From hopeful to dismal,
I've died.
.
There was no other outcome.
Not some fluttery happy ending
That makes the cinema smile with tears
Gathering in their eyes because
There was no other outcome.
.
It's a ruse.
I wake up early, before the birds,
For the same reason I stay up later than owls,
To avoid the unavoidable fact that
It's a ruse.
.
I'm a ghost.
Stuck in the walls of this house like plaster
Wondering when I'll be able to break out and live a life
That glitters like gold when I know I can't.
I'm a ghost.
.
Ghosts are dead.
And this is all a ruse.
There was no other outcome
Because I've died already
And this is just a recording.
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 :)
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