A week ago, on Saturday night, I got my hair done.

I needed a change, and something about short hair was appealing.

My finger had hovered over her name in my messages. Why was the moment that I restrained myself from contact suddenly made her name so irresistible?

I had made it three weeks before giving in and texting her.

"Want to hang out? Haven't seen you since holidays."

"Yeah, what time?"

"Ha...

A ring in your ears,

you turn your head slightly.

Reply's to your messages,

not very quietly.

'Pick up the phone',

your friend mutters aloud.

Do you make yourself known,

should you reach out?

'Please answer me,'

your mother cries.

This moment will haunt her,

she has to try.

'Don't do anything,

I'm coming home!'

The last text you see,

as you lay down your phone.

You hear the ringing,

of your friend...

Wolf in sheep clothing.

Lies with or without kindness.

Bode poor all the same.

Fear halts living.

Death brings certainty to life.

Without both we cease.

Flowers wilt and wane.

Far more than naturally.

The smoke is growing.

No longer living.

But gloriously alive.

Not just surviving.

Silence or solace?

Unknown to the outside eye.

A battle within.

Monotone voices.

A limitless void of black.

Dark...

Like a wreath,

your head is hung.

This life was brief,

it came undone.

A flair of pain,

up your spine.

A muttered prayer,

is it time?

A rapid breath,

it does no good.

For your brain,

it's misunderstood.

Trapped in this body,

wrapped in this skin.

A familiar melody,

no means to bargain.

'This is it,'

you hear yourself say.

'I'm going to die,

its time anyway.'

With knees holding,

your broken frame.

...

The cold winter air stings my eyes.

The breeze playfully ruffles through my hair, and I can hear a whisper in the wind.

Mother is calling me.

I whistle sharply, calling my familiar.

I don't hear her paws strike the earth, the wind is too loud. A shadow falls over me, consuming my figure as I reach my arms out towards her muzzle. I run my now ice cold fingers through her fur, a beautiful black tha...

I hit the ground, hard.

'Did I say we were taking a break?'

She would've asked if I was ok.

'Get, up.'

She would've helped me off the ground.

'Have you ever heard your bone breaking in two?'

Crack.

That's the sound of my bone breaking. Like being fucking snapped in two, straight down the middle. Crack doesn't really feel dramatic enough, but ironically that's what it sounded like. A loud crack....

How do you tell the difference between a spider bite, and a fairy bite?

In physical appearance they may look identical, but after youre bitten by a spider, youll be left alone. The spider will almost always feel threatened enough that theyll leave. But fairys? Its all about the week following the day youre bitten.

Day one, everything seems fine, apart from that annoying spider bite. You scratch ...