On The Edge
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Spray-paint a smile on my face.
Don’t seem to belong anyplace. Walking backwards in a crowd. Standing up, not sitting down. Everything is spinning around. Drowning in an ocean of tears. Never has my mind been so unclear. Dark thoughts start creeping in, Sending goosebumps down my skin. All my hopes are wearing thin. Clawing to life, hanging by a thread. Confused by all the thoughts in my head. Empty of light, there’s only shadow in me. Salty tears blur everything I see. Feels like I’m living in the dead sea. |
Nic McIntosh
has been writing for over a decade, enjoying creating a variety of works in the form of short fictional stories, poetry and songs. When not writing, she will be reading a new fantasy novel for inspiration. |