Chatterbox: Inkwell

                                                                                                        Silent Plea
A scream builds up in my chest with the music.
 
As the music releases
I gasp and my silent plea for something more stays just that: 
 
silent
 
 
I lie because
Nobody cares
 
Nervous about something
I dunno what
 
 
This is not peak hour. 
 
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Sometimes I pity my OCs.
I'm trying new stuff with my formatting, and this is the result-
almostdiary/poemlike/weird stuff.
 
Sorry if this doesn't make sense..... 
submitted by Cosme Nadia
(June 19, 2020 - 2:45 pm)

back to the Inkwell

I remember very little of my life. What I do remember: Every single mistake I've ever made-and that one day of real emotion. He said things to me that made me boil up and ice over and bones crunched like eggshells beneath my fists. I remember because if I forgot: I would simply be clear flavourless gas. I do not remember what he did, nor what happened after. I just remember the moment of emotion.

submitted by Cosme Nadia
(June 30, 2020 - 8:10 pm)