21st Drink:: Fatality

Threads break within your chest, snapping against bone with precision and grace. Whispers invading behind your pale eyes, swelling with hope that tugs at your lips with the wires pierced at the edges for total control. Your hands can’t shake when braces of metal creep within your wrists yet the only sting you’ll acknowledge lies across a beaten, frail heart. Your lungs are giving their final breath in a macabre performance while the disguise holds strong even as the bricks within your mind crumble upon squirming earth.

You never knew that courage could be lethal until you were standing at the cliff’s edge.