A BOY is lured into the dark of the woods,   strung along by his own pulsating heart.   her warmth radiates off of you.   the brightness of your smile is illuminated     —     burning.   a boy is lured into a trap with affections used against him. haziness of thoughts  &  choked words as crimson seeps from a gaping wound.   the iron tang of blood smells different when it originates from yourself.   your life was not supposed to end like this.   bleeding out in the midst of a wooded area near the tragedy wrought wren lake,   the place that had become the spot of you  &  the girl you loved.   cruel irony.   you were spared once.   but no one could truly survive unscathed twice. 

A BOY awakens to darkness.   every move  &  every word is being watched.   his own suffering entertainment to the one behind it all.   a puppet of the six,   now five,   being played with by the master.   the fear of being buried alive is called taphophobia.   enclosed underground where no one can save you.   dirt  &  blood clouds the lungs  ;  oxygen deprived as each second passes.  (   it wasn’t supposed to end like this.  )   haziness of hallucinations produce her.   it feels so real &  you forget that it is not.   her warmth radiating off of you.   the brightness of a smile returned.   but she disappears.   it is dark again. 

you survived.   you were burning.   you were burned.   you still burn.   but you are alive.   she is not.   the fear of drowning is called aquaphobia.   scream  &  cry for the second time in your life until your throat is raw.   until you are hollow.   no more death  /  murder stuff.   no more.

IND. NOAH FOSTER.   WRITTEN BY MEGAN.