Fairytale Drabbles

eucre — Thu, 25 Oct 2012 16:01:33 GMT

Her heart is taped together. She knows it. She doesn't know why, but she knows it. What could've broken her heart so long ago? She's sure she has no clue. But it's tape and thread and maybe just breathing that's keeping her fragile heart beating da-dump, da-dump, da-dump.

She doesn't understand her heart. She doesn't understand herself. She doesn't understand feeling sad and wanting to cry on some days and feeling like she's missing something always, like a red string of fate has been abruptly cut short. She doesn't understand feeling like she's lost a limb, like she's been bleeding for a long time.

And it's because of this that she knows that not knowing oneself is one of the two scariest things of all, scarier than the dark and heights and clowns. The only way she can save herself is to make everything up, just talk and talk and talk and hope that one day she'll believe.

The second scariest thing of all is that she does believe.

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Fairytale Drabbles