Dark Fiction

A slow decline into hell

The Breaking Heart

I have not been here for a while. At first the pain is such a shock but then I sink into it, my whole body shaking and twitching, as though escaping from the cold into a warm bath. The heartburn, the way you squeeze my mind, making my muscles tense, the panic, the terror of living, of breathing. I truly love this pain. It is my only companion.

It Is Done

She is dead.

Of a Demon In My View

Go away. Just GO AWAY. He is here right now. I see him. He is evil. Pure dark evil. He wants to scratch me. He sits there in a pool of blackness staring at me, his hunger visible in his eyes.

I ignore him so he creeps closer. I know if I make eye-contact, I am lost. It is when I acknowledge him that we fight, and I lose. I always lose. He is too strong.

Maybe. Maybe one day I can run, or I’ll be strong enough to beat him. Or maybe one day he just won’t be there.

Go away. Just GO AWAY.

Slow decline into hell

My existence has been a slow slide towards this darkness that I now inhabit. I prowl. The worst parts of life keep me company. I dare not stare too hard into the blackness that surrounds me, I fear there is always a deeper depravity.

I sink always downwards.

Staying In My Play Pretend

We measure and deny in the same breath,

Our worth in terms of others’,

For that is all we are.


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