A BOY enters the bloodbath with tragedy worn upon sleeve & a smile that shows only teeth. it was the biggest thing to ever happen to them. thrive off of the carnage & let it consume you. truth blind & officially obsessed. self - absorbed & naive to a fault. hyper awareness is gripping the second the corpse of a friend falls.
A BOY is lured into the dark of the woods, strung along by his own pulsating heart. her warmth radiates off of you. the brightness of your smile is illuminated — burning. a boy is lured into a trap with affections used against him. haziness of thoughts & choked words as crimson seeps from a gaping wound. the iron tang of blood smells different when it originates from yourself. your life was not supposed to end like this. bleeding out in the midst of a wooded area near the tragedy wrought wren lake, the place that had become the spot of you & the girl you loved. cruel irony. you were spared once. but no one could truly survive unscathed twice.
A BOY leaves the bloodbath. the murder board still sits at the forefront of bedroom & the podcast remains. but your smile is genuine & whole. perhaps things are finally back to normal. or maybe lakewood will always be murderville.
IND. NOAH FOSTER. EST. JUNE 2015. WRITTEN BY MEGAN.
