Drowned Child

Kristabel
Kristabel
Sep 3, 2018 · 2 min read

“I don’t think many would be able to see through the facade I put on to hide the sorts of scars I carry with me throughout my life. The progression of fears and anxiety was simply masked by the joyous smile I put on my face. If only you knew how much I was truly suffering, would you have been a kinder person to me and my childlike temperament?”

Have you seen the bottled jar of tears?
Tensions built up within the jar, and it goes POP.
Muffled voices became demonic screams as the contents spilled from the opening of the jar.

Hanging by the cliff, the child stared down into abyss. Overwhelming waves of darkness and unstoppable currents seemed more heavenly compared to the reality of the child’s life. Life was like a damn game for the child.

Somehow the children waving from the abyss seemed more reliable than adults since they were always playing Hide and Seek. Satanic clowns staring down at you with endearing smiles, pretending they cared to be jokesters to make you laugh.

Have you seen the balloon the clown was holding?
Twisting balloons and greater tensions within the balloon, and it goes POP.
Hydrogen cyanide released into the locked chamber.

Helpless, the child clasped onto his mouth tightly and the poisonous gas started to sting his eyes. Satanic clowns with masks on, twisting more balloons and popping more. The tears started to well up in his eyes as a mechanism against the stinging, toxic gas. The concrete ground seemed to disappear from sight as the tears flood the flooring. It soon became a pool of darkness. More tears well up in the child’s eyes as the poisonous gas stings his eyes. His lungs were filled with abyss and visibility was blurred.

Soon, the child disappeared from sight within the abyss.

Have you seen the child?
Welled up tears, bottled up cries.
Tensions building up within his petite figure.
“Save me.”

Kristabel

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Kristabel

Channeling my angst from life to writing https://twitter.com/krease_kriss