Simply Kayla

You call yourself lucky, 

But you’ve been lucky before. 

It isn’t until you’ve been sucked dry

Do you realize

Luck never lasts. 

Did you even notice your aversion

To sunlight?

And your increased intake of 

Blood

Red

Wine?

You can’t ignore the insuppressible chills

Cascading down your spine.

Reminding you of that 

Last mistake,

And the one before that,

And before that –

Until they become a centipede of regrets.

Your paroxysms of cries go unanswered

Because they tried to warn you.

But as they handed you every red flag,

You tied them together into a blindfold.

Staying in the dark.

So now you’re alone 

And as you stand over your grave,

The remnants of what’s left of your soul stirs below.

This is a familiar feeling.

Your fingers start to throb and you notice your cracked and bleeding nails.

You fall and claw at the ground

That gets colder and harder every time.

Grasping for hope,

Believing you’ll break through,

Trying to save yourself.

When you eventually tear through,

You call yourself lucky.

But you’ve been lucky before.

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