AnaisWrites

there it was—
the promised K dream,
dressed up like mercy.
sweet-talking my pain
into trusting it.

but it lied.
like everything else.

and when it hit—
it didn’t cradle.
it cracked.
split me wide
from the inside.

a K hole.
not a float.
a fall.
no wings.
no hands to catch me.
just gravity
and godlessness.

the voices came
like wolves—
teeth out,
laughing.

flashbacks didn’t play.
they attacked.
like someone pressed rewind
on the worst nights
and made me live them
with the skin peeled off.

i couldn’t scream.
the scream
was already inside me,
choking me.

pain didn’t surge.
it poured-
acid in my blood,
fire in my teeth,
memories in my bones


i burned.
again.
and again.

and again.

alone.
because no one
follows you
into the dark
you paid for.