Nea Kris

Let the pain flow

Puzzle in the darkness

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Candles in the room, but corners are pitch black. I don’t care about dark corners, I am not afraid of the darkness anymore. My fingers are shivering. My tongue mumbles words. My eyes see hope, but I’ve heard that I am insane.
My fingers picking and putting pieces together, they are smeared in blood. Red color on my fingers – juice of life. Every tiny piece I pick and try to find a right place to fit it. My new hobby is a bloody puzzle! I laugh in the dark at my joke. Probably that is why they say that I am insane, but I am not. I am looking for redemption, I am looking for salvation. I am Doctor Frankenstein of myself! Piece by piece, I assembly bloody puzzle of my heart. I want it back! Then, in the light of candles I carefully put it in my chest and sew up the open wound. I scream of pain, but I laugh because my plan works! I will be alive again! My heart will be restored and beat in my scarred body. I will not let anyone to steal it again. Not anymore.

11 thoughts on “Puzzle in the darkness

  1. Dark! Love it!

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  2. Together we bleed
    Words of pain
    Thoughts of madness
    In the darkness we revel
    Laughing in the face of death

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  3. Ah! Genius. The last line made me realize why she needed to put herself back together! A stolen heart can be detrimental to ones health. Dark and clever. (PR)

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