Sometimes your dark breathes in like clean air and breathes out like smoke. It makes my eyes water and my throat burn but I still call your name at night, as if it were you there and not the darkness. I argue with the cold air and the night sky, freckled with stars. I yell at it until my voice rasps, and my eyes dry up. The sky churns with clouds and gives me a storm. I stand my ground.
“You’re not a very smart girl are you?” asked the darkness.
“No, ma’am.” I respond.
“Just give up already. I’m going to kill you.”
“Go ahead. I’m staying right here.”
“Nobody lives to tell the tales.”
“I’ll live to tell the tale.”
“I am a powerful, dangerous manifestation of nature.”
“I can live with that.”
“No you can’t. Because I am pure evil.”
“I’m sure there’s some good in you.”
“You don’t think that. You lie. You’re just trying to talk me into letting you live.”
“No, you could just smite me right now. I’m just saying that I know you have some good in you. You’re good.”
“LIES! There is no good in me! I am the darkness!”
“But you have the same magic that could make you the light. You’re good.”
Thunder boomed in the distance.
“Any last words, stupid human?”
I wiped the tears from my eyes and looked back up at the darkness.
“I still love you even though you don’t believe me.”
And then I was gone like that. The storm sent a loose brick flying towards my head. and I died. The end.
I’m a fighter. I like to fight. I’m made of fire. But I’m mostly made up of cuddly goodness. I try not to get depressed. I like to make others smile. But something people should know; I don’t cry. I don’t back down and I definitely do not give up. My mind is a tank that can take lots of hits. I don’t like to tell others about my encounters with bullies, or how shitty my life is. Which probably explains why I don’t open up too easy. Sure, I don’t want to talk about my problems, but I’ll totally talk to you about yours or anything. I like to make others feel better about themselves. SO DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME, K?
I love conversation. Come hang out.
like the ones that are so flat you could set a cup on it.
:/ It’s not healthy and huggable.
Where’s the pooch? You need to eat a donut, honey.
I yelled at her, and then told her I hated her.
I punched a wall and made a dent.
I apologized because I really didn’t mean it and was being an angry fire demon.
We awkwardly made up.
Got an allergic reation to Bingo (my cat).
Had an asthma attack. A really, really bad one.
She got really really ill.
And now we’re both going to die. Together.
Illness is fun.