His Forbidden Muse
It’s confusing how my heart’s palpitations grow even stronger and out of beat as if it wants to escape through my chest and fall on the ground waiting for someone to step on it and crush it, so that it’d stop beating.
I close my eyes and tilt my head back at the sky, letting the warm evening sun give me some heat. Burn me. Turn me into ashes.
The sun beats down my closed lids, like deceptively embracing the trembling soul in me. I’ve never liked sunny days, they’re too bright and warm for a person like me. The one who has always been compared to its brightness. And the scars look deadly in light.
I don’t want anyone to see me like this.