It...

She lay there, almost lifeless to his eyes. The flesh on her body seemed to melt away as if there was nothing but bones left. Resembling tiny white picketed fences, but they seemed to be twisted and tattered, they were far from being perfectly in line. Gluing her eyelids to her top brown bone, just to remain awake, her slumber was meant to be permanent. It was suppose to happen overnight but this had been going on for many years now... everyone told her she needed to believe in something, but frankly she had, but just like all things in life they seemed to let her down and be seen as a disappointment.

Again there he stood perched over her decomposing body, his mouth seemed to want to consume her but she shook with fright. His icy touch froze her body, she wasn’t able to move a morsel and he took her over. The nail polish started to melt away as the sweat landed on each finger as she tried to claw herself from his grasp.

The bicycle she once road now lies faceless on the burnt grass; the cancerous rust has taken over it, and the once blue coating has now turned into a red puddle. The wheels have turned upside down, and who ever choose to ride, would only fall to their feet. Both tiny handle bars were now covered in moss and soot, and would sting each tiny cut on your palms. HELP, she spells out with each tiny incision she makes. He once felt so comforting to her but now she turns to the affair she made her own.  

Her childhood was an invisible nightmare, one she seemed to be playing on her own. Her skin began to grow back again strong and thick, this time not letting anyone or anything threw... he thought he had concurred her, yet he was just making her weaker by the minute. She was just a toy, used and thrown into the box once he was done with her, and she would rot away as she would back in the day. The once perfect Barbie had been encased for so long, Ken forgot about her and the next best thing would come and find her.

She lay there on the bed, as she had every night but this time she wasn’t going to let it happen again. The bicycle had been renewed and was ready to be ridden off into the foggy distance. The knife stood still on the nightstand and no longer would it be making incisions in her wrist, but the new owner was about to receive an unwanted and surprising gift...

Is death the question or the answer?

SO today you died, and I didn’t? How did that work out? So sick you were, and so sick I am. I am so sorry for showing you all my misery, but today is for you and not me… you once told me “
You have wings of STEEL. No one's really sure why, but at this point in your life you've shut off emotion to the point of extreme apathy. You are cold and indifferent much of the time...or perhaps you're just a good pretender. Next to impossible to get close to, even those who do never see the real you. It's entirely possible that YOU don't even know the real you. You have a certain fascination or attraction to destruction on a massive scale - disasters, perhaps even death or the concept of the Apocalypse. Because you hold so much inside, one day you're simply going to snap. Then the mask will fall away, and your true wings will be revealed. Until then you will deal with whatever comes your way in icy bitter silence and acceptance. On the positive side, you are fearless and immeasurably strong - not much can crack through your defences. You intrigue people, who can't help but wonder why you're the way you are. A loner and one who spends much of their time brooding and contemplating life and death - you are a time bomb waiting to explode and create some destruction of your own… but I still love you.”