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There once was a girl.
She was normal looking,
Kind of pretty,
But not pretty kind,
Or normal at all.
She stood at the edge of a cliff,
Kidnapped and dragged here by a terrible apathy.
The wind whipped her hair,
Carrying the voices of everyone she knows.
Some shout to go back,
And some push from side to side,
But some whisper,
She teetered, mostly.
But one day, today,
she listened to the voices.
They told her that the bottom was beautiful,
And she would be too.
So she jumped, today,
Awash in a river of her own blood.
Tears like speckled starlight fell
In a patterned rain,
But she fell like a rock, and in a hail of regrets.
Heavy and solid and earthbound,
She felt herself slipping,
out of her skin, out of herself.
Leaving her earthly soul behind.
But she wasn’t there yet.
Branches jagged, like fear,
Ripped at her arms while vines,
Tangled like doubts,
Snarled her hair.
Doubt and fear can save you--
Sometimes. Not today.
Branches snapped and vines recoiled,
Leaving only that terrible, monstrous, apathy,
That she liked to call Peace-- but it wasn’t, not really.
It fell with her, smothering her, closing her eyes,
joining in the chorus of voices that still called and echoed.
The ones at the bottom were the loudest,
Because they were promises.
They never liked you. You’ll be better off here.
We’re beautiful. You will be too.
But as she fell, closer and closer to what she was promised,
Something stuck in her heart.
She clawed off Apathy’s great furry hand,
Opened her eyes, and saw.
Squirming black insects crawling in the darkness and
Spitting eels with words dripping venom and
Snarling wolves with empty eyes and pelts of dirt and
Shadows with dangerous smiles and human faces:
The things at the bottom.
They weren’t beautiful,
Irrevocably tangled together in writhing violence,
A violence born of fury and guilt and fear and sadness and pain.
And now she was about to join them,
To become them, and
Apathy was going to crush her
And the darkness was going to bite her
And together they would destroy her.
I’ve made a terrible mistake.
Breathing mixed together;
Wolves panting, Apathy sighing,
And her own shallow breaths, thudding weak in her ears.
She looked up,
The top so far away now.
Was it really not long ago,
not long ago at all,
that she was only