horrordarling

"it fills my lungs," she said, "and burdens my soul." the sticky weight of it was unrelentless. the air escaped but never returned. her small mouth closed for there was no exit or entrance, just stillness. only stillness. for all her dreams became her nightmare, to suffocate and weigh upon her fragile body. and there they died and now she rests. yet another end to another quixotic life.