when her smile crumbles into agony
the world changes from sweet to sour.
she feels guilty and she doesn’t feel the need to be trapped in a bundle of flesh and skin.
she’d rather feed the trees, like a child feeds a duck in a park.
after all those years of perfectly crafting a story to fit her desire,
she’s killing all her characters.
there’s only the Pain left who was hiding behind them
– her face defiant.
The girl said, “you’ve come back!”
“I have! I was never gone, in fact that was me playing all your characters,
surrounding you with the same feeling, but only a bearable version in a smaller portion”
the girl did her thing, killed all her story’s characters in a blink of an eye…
there she was.
alone, like a newborn in the unbearable cold air,
filling her lungs with the pain.
After a while, the horizons broadened.
the next story is about to begin,
but the girl took her time, waiting in silence for it to start.