Reverie

The bitter winter reverie set in
The frost nipped her pale skin-
She clawed and clawed until her fingernails bled.
These voices, their screaming...
inside of her head.

Was
So
Intense.

Pulsating, through her veins
A poison of love, and rage
She found solace when joint, yet a hollow hell when distance struck.

She had felt this way before.
Hollow.
Distant.
How could she breathe?

Lost at Sea

She dove into a sea of tears, with the riptide pulling her further. Gasping for air, she reached at the hollow air- She clamped on with hope, yet she sunk like a ship.
As her lungs filled with the cool, refreshing, saltwater- she closed her eyes.
She was calm.
Serenity was the only option, at the point of no return.
She inhaled deep, and the pressure was intense,
But she felt as if she was breathing the purest, summer air.
A face appeared, a familiar one,
That of an angelic addiction.
She smiled, and the face smiled back.
Whispers danced through the bitter cold, yet comforting sea.

Would this all be just a dream?
Or a fatal reality?