Infected Now

A stitch covering up lonliness and hate, ripped from terror. Crimson sun seeps out from the open cliff. Feeling of joy fills the jar and then creeps back out. Jumping down to the judgmental rocks, I fall hopelessly on the waiting screams. Echoing laughter makes me sew up my ears and lay on the cold tile with confusion supporting my head. Drowning in to much salt and water, my throat closes up and all you hear is a small choke releasing the heartbeat.