(TW- SI) The voice calls softly, from far away. 'Breathe'.I am suspended here, deep in the cold. I am content; the world around me hazy and glistening.'Breathe' it calls again.I open my mouth. I let it fill my nostrils, but I can't draw it in. My tongue tastes bitter and chemical. 'Breatheeee' it chimes, so … Continue reading Breathe
I believe that the preacher man is trying to save my soul and if I was just a little bit better, a little quieter, a little less me, I would be safe from an eternity of torture and pain. I believe, because I am told to believe.