Midnight splinters litter the ground. They don’t seem to care anymore. We all bore the pain. You too. But you just don’t remember. Monster’s teeth bit into your sole. A pair of loafers reminded you of the cost. You don’t remember the sangria tainting the porcelain’s canvas.

I’d wipe it off.

Home isn’t home now that your gone. It’s just me and the pigs. Black, White, and Pink.

But you get to see a rainbow.

No color doesn’t exist. Monotone monotony. It’s really my life.

I don’t eat, I devour.

I don’t smell, I snort.

I don’t cry, I squeal.

she had come from a place of ice, of shards and spikes, of endless cold that crawled into her skull.

but this-

this was a place of fire.

it was everywhere- it didn't touch her but she was surrounded, engulfed in whispers of heat.

this place was the end. a place of silence, a place of horrible light.

she couldn't remember what had brought her here.

but it must have been worse than death itself.