Two Liars (A Short Story)
Deleted wattpad post under the pseudonym: goldiiblox
Date of final revision: December 27, 2017
Language: English
🦋 angela's note: This has no coherent plot. I swear, I will delete these someday. I wonder why I can’t just throw away the works I did in the past. Oh well, an archive is an archive.
Synopsis: No synopsis available.
~SHE~
She had a screaming heart, but they were just unclear whispers. Her eyes sought to be weeping pieces of laughter while she secretly looks for her own peace; her own shelter. She was a gigantic eagle soaring high, but all they saw was her shadow looming over.
What she feels doesn't really matter and so they began to chase her. She had a terrible fate and a misunderstood truth. Her head began to feel weightless as they caught her and claimed her to be theirs.
She thinks she is strong enough, and everything doesn't really matter.
She smiled and passed through tremendous thunders, trying to keep herself safe and intact, even though her deepest and darkest fears, in their strongest attempt, throwing her off track.
Still, she smiled. It was the most unique seal to keep her secret.
That she's trembling horribly inside.
She continued to keep smiling even though her heart is on the edge of the line.
They hauled her close, like she was a lifeless kite. It was their revenge. It was them, striking back. It was them forcefully opening her eyes.
She held a bouquet of sunflowers, proof that no storm could kill her. She was still smiling until she realized that she cannot breathe anymore. Her body lay still and became a soiree of cuts and bruises. And the moonlight's tears submerged on her rotting skin.
The eagle once soared high is about to say goodbye.
And her life doesn't want to. Not yet.
She wants to end this and she hungrily searched for a void that would end her.
Now, she had closed her eyes, feeling the peculiar love they give as she slowly dies as one of the two liars.
She forced happiness in her hurricane, and now she wanted nothing but dying.
~she~
Tears showed abundance in her eyes. She was a portrait of a woman that a man could ever demand.
Brittle.
Gentle.
Silent.
But it makes her feel weak. Women are toys. She looked for control.
Cold blood circulated around her body.
Crying as the seal of showing her innocent and pitiful.
She is an actress playing in a broken bad dream. She will never stop causing turmoil, her tears transforming into strings, modestly driving her prey insane.
She is trapped in a mayhem even though there weren't whispers ringing inside her head.
They think she had crossed the great divide, but she's secretly eating them alive.
There were numerous souls she ate but none of it revives her. Her tears are lies, her smiles are faked and her eyes are a blasphemous gift.
And her honesty had died out before she knew it. She was a victim of a demon called Liar, a ghost lurking everywhere and there is this monster walking behind her.
She screamed once again, exhausting her lungs for a voice to escape from her sewn mouth. It was an embroidered smile that speaks as modest as a sanctuary, but meant a metaphoric surprise of guns and roses.
She can't quit. She is still on the hunt. She is a sculpture of fallen leaves surprising everyone with its deathly beauty.
Her heart is as hard as a rock, she can't even feel it beating like it used to. Her mind feels empty, all those fresh memories beginning to fade away.
She used to care a lot, her happiness doesn't seem to end until it's an evil laughing renegade.
She covered her ears, this cannot be happening, she must stay awake. It made her traumatic and sent her screaming before, and coming out now torpor.
Until her whimpers mysteriously convert themselves into psychopathic laughter, like demons who used to tear her off.
She stood up and raised a knife and continued her chase her ultimate desire.
She carried thorns and began a killing spree, to make pure satisfaction out of fresh human blood.
She is scary and she knows it.
She doesn't care about it.
After all, what they're seeing is a crying little liar.
~they~
They were flowing together with a routine of lying. They walked in the streets, almost getting hidden and unnoticed.
Hidden. A lurking secret.
And their eyes locked on each other, diving deep into each other's souls. They are desperate maidens, chasing their own sense of youth.
They were afraid at the strike of midnight, it's an hour of gloom, when they get to wander in languor.
They did not. They never will. In their eyes were both something they wanted from each other.
A balance of two opposing colors, each with a single stain from the other. They earned their first scars, as they were restless through mornings and evenings.
They raised their knives and clashed again aggressively.
They are two liars.
She is an exploding centerpiece.
And hers are lungs that breathed out death.
They are two liars, with a need for escape from their cages. They need to be tamed and freed from getting devoured into their darkness.
They don't want to be lost again, and they are two liars.