Melanie Armstrong
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I’m
Melanie
i was that pleasant girl, once.
she cared, she was cautious, she was innocent.
she had hair of sunshine yellow and a heart free of scars.
she trusted, she forgave, she was starry-eyed and unknowing.
...but she’ll never come home
Writing
Murders' moon.
Licking my blade, I felt the metal pierce my tounge—I almost jumped but stopped dead at the violent vibration of the foundation my feet rested on.
Here's where I draw the line,
between breathing and hoping to live. I will no longer crawl these halls at night wishing to see your skin cells floating in the fog. My legs are broken, and my arms are weak from extensive reachin…
Can You Hear Me?
The angels did you right by giving you your tar blackened wings, I can’t see your violent convulsions any more than I can make out my own face.
Prolouge
Suddenly a sharp pain spread all down my spine, and I jumped back with a hiss.
Some times it’s easier to hold on...
The cold drops of water dripping furiously from the faucet hit my back like bullets; They stung with a feverity that tore into my flesh and each played an actupuncture tune with my heart.
Vampira
I could feel her icy cold breath on the back of my neck. Her crimson pupils burning my retina’s as she ran her fingers over my spine.
