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[letsbeapoemtogether]

"The holy month of August and the words in my throat for you feel the same range of truthfulness."

Abhilasha.

[adirasatelier]

The Murderer's Confession | Part 1 | Crime-Thrillier

It was 4 in the morning when I heard knocks on my door.

One of the perks of not having school is that I sleep only after sunrise and I wake up when no one else is home.

It helped me avoid a lot of conflicts at home

I open my door to see my father

"Cant sleep?" He asked me with his usual fake concerned look.

I wish I were good at acting, like he was.

I nodded no as I peeked through my door

"I can make your favorite hot chocolate for you"

He offered as he tried to nudge the door wider.

I used to like hot chocolate when I was 3

I am 18 now

I survive on coffee

He obviously doesn't know that

I'd be surprised if he got my age correct at this point.

"I am going to sleep" I lied as I turned to go back to my bed hoping he would leave me alone

He didn't

I could see him waiting outside my door as I snuggled under my sheets

He just wouldn't leave me alone

Rachel's told me that I should take a pill every time I see him,

That I don't need to suffer whatever he did to me

That it isn't worth whatever I think it is

But I couldn't

Seeing him gave me a sense of comfort secretly

I haven't told Rachel that

I honestly don't trust her and she knows that as well

I tried closing my eyes and falling asleep

I just couldn't

I got back up and followed my father to the kitchen

My mom was there laying on the floor

She never seemed to care about dad

I had to be who faced him while she lived in her alcohol induced life doing whatever she pleases

Dad tried making me hot chocolate as I tried napping on the kitchen counter

It was the early hours of day

Everything felt peaceful for a second

Like a huge weight has been lifted off me

Dad looked at me and smiled

I tried going back to my nap but I couldn't

I'll have to leave home soon if I wanted to run away

With the migraine I had I couldn't sleep or even nap if I wanted to

I had to run away as soon as I could

Find shelter and then conserve my energy

Dad looked at me and held my hand

"I believe in you baby"

He left me alone with my mothers body after saying that

I had to run.

I grabbed my phone and all the cash from my moms secret hiding spot and left using the back door

Moms body was found after 3 days during a wellness check

The neighbors apparently got suspicious when they didn't see me taking out the trash

Pesky Karen and her neighborhood watching

There was a lookout notice for me

They suspect a kidnapping so I'll be fine as long as I don't walk along with grown old men

I decided to keep my blood stained clothes with me as a reminder of my mother

Or was it my trophy? I am not sure yet Read it in Wattpad

[letsbeapoemtogether]

"What I expect from you doesn't involve a body or a rooting desire to be touched, but to be needed and terribly required as a soul."

Abhilasha.

[mentalabrasion-blog]

Looking through wires

to see the blue sky

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"Philosophers cannot borrow from reality what poets get free through imagination."

Abhilasha.

[letsbeapoemtogether]

"Every time I bow down on an empty floor, God makes me feel His presence."

Abhilasha.

[letsbeapoemtogether]

"July felt like a war of terror—and a graveyard of truths."

Abhilasha.

[bones-angryman-mccoy]

Isn’t it better to believe you have a purpose than to be stuck in this limbo between existence and death? Being friends with death does not mean you must join him in that realm. Make your own. Make this existence your purpose, be important even to just one person, be loved, or be feared. Either way you will have a reason to mold life in a way that keeps it interesting.