〄 #SilentScreams 〄
[Perfection. . It doesn't come in the form that everyone thinks it does. . Perfection is destruction, scars littered across skin, the way blood slowly drips down fingers - or the way life faded from scared eyes.
Fear is perfection. »
— I would let you approach me, I wanted to see how long this would last before I snapped.
I was aching to slice open your skin, see how you ticked, see if those hues looked at me any differently as your blood dripped onto the floor.]
[I could point the exact moment I knew @Toxidios was watching me; I didn’t know if it was the continuous burn of a stare, or something. . more. . I was that focused on the stare that I didn’t realise the burn of the milk jug in my palm, searing my skin. —
— at the culprit. And as my teary found yours. . I recognised you. . I knew you. . From a past life. From a hidden life.
It went on like this for weeks, that burning stare. #Clara insisted I was the new shop clutz. . No I was distracted. By a familiar stare. —