The Lies That Took Her From Me

I saw her tip toeing to the edge of her mind. I looked back to see her glancing at me. Her face was beaming with beauty but streaming silent tears that could no longer ask for help. She smiled, a smile I’d seen my entire life but only to distract me from her feet slowly slipping across the razor sharp margins. I turned around only for a moment before my mind registered what was happening, but when I turned back, she had one foot gliding across nothing. I wanted to yell to her, shout her worth aloud so she could hear it. I wanted to scream to her how much value she had, how stunning she was. But I realized she wouldn’t be able to hear me, it would never reach the part of her that needed to really absorb this truth. For on the other side of the fringe was the alluring darkness.

Somehow, this mass of oblivion had whispered delusions so great that were now deeply seeded in her mind. They clouded her judgment like a wonderfully, decadent mask. She couldn’t hear me now, for a series of actions had been set into motion, as she swayed to this fearfully, seductive melody. One that told her she wasn’t enough, one that painted the sky the color of smog. Her pain had become a cloak that covered her shoulders. It seeped into the way that she walked. Even when she spoke, the songs of crumbled emotions would leak out and sour her tone. It had made its way into her system and was crippling her heart and poising her mind. Its devilish feet were beneath hers now, as she stepped lightly over that edge, both feet gliding onto nothing. Nothing to hold her any longer, nothing to pull her in before she fell. It was too late; the spell had taken her reality hostage now, these lies had taken her.

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