Post by delilah on Aug 8, 2013 15:47:59 GMT -5
plip plip plop. plip plip plop.she moodily sends the rocks skipping across the glassy surface, watching them go for only a short time before sinking. the woman wonders how long she'll last before slipping beneath the surface. it'll only be so long before she falls, before she's grabbed and held by the darkness, settling at the bottom where other such people have also landed.
delilah grabs her wrist. even now, years later, there's the phantom pain in a hand she can no longer feel. her mouth turns down in a scowl, and she picks up another stone. there isn't a point to this train of thought, she knows. it'll keep going in circles, over and over, until she really does self-destruct. (she wonders when it'll happen.)
plip plip plop.
@anyone (lol what the shit am i writing idk)
