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No matter how much i tell myself she’s gone, I can still see her. Feel her. Hear her.
She’s always going to be apart of me. And I can’t stand it.
I can’t stand the whispers i hear at night. I can’t stand the monster looking back at me in the mirror. I can’t stand the constant cold under my skin. can’t stand the scars of her littering my body. My left eye now an icy blue, My hair now brands streaks of white.
I can’t escape her.
After all this time she’s still here. I can feel it. they all say she’s gone. But i can’t feel her inside me. waiting for the perfect time to take control once more. Lock me in my own body, forcing me to watch the horrible things she does. Forcing me to feel the cold of her magic.
All my mirrors are broken. All my blankets on me. All to hide from what’s inside of me. All to outrun the inevitable..