Post by victorgrant on Feb 16, 2018 7:46:35 GMT -6
The Thief
She sees her feet dragging across the carpet, but it is not her own power that wills her to do so. She is nothing more than a puppet now, being pulled by its strings. When they pass the family portraits, he uses her hand to knock them off the wall, just because he knows she doesn’t want to. He relishes in her loss of control; the control he has taken from her. Even when his ghostly form abandons her flesh, he will stain the corridors of her true home like a sticky residue. He feels the glass through her fingers as he grazes the frames and flicks them off their nails. They fall to the soft ground in thuds, only one breaking. He kneels down slowly and takes a shard of it in her hand, and as she rises he hangs her shoulders low, as he carries her body like a second skin, a disposable layer.
When they reach the door at the end of the hall, she refuses to blink in an attempt to glaze over her vision, but he sees right through the tears, he sees the blue light pouring out over the floor. His rented right hand tightens around the glass but her skin does not break as she enters the room. The nightly news plays silently on the small TV screen, casting shadows that would not have otherwise existed. Showing her the daughter that she would not have otherwise been able to see.
They see her there, too young to sleep on her own every night but too old to admit she is still afraid of the dark.
“She should really be afraid of you.” Her lips form the words but it’s not her that’s speaking. Her daughter stirs for a moment under the cotton sheets before finding satisfaction in the cool side of her mother’s pillow.
Please don’t make me do this. Please don’t make me do this. She begs her body to listen to her instead of its foreign invader, but her body isn’t just hers anymore. He’s the ultimate thief, and when he is done bathing in innocent blood he will shed her skin and his own hands will be clean, but she will be left with the consequences.
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She sees her feet dragging across the carpet, but it is not her own power that wills her to do so. She is nothing more than a puppet now, being pulled by its strings. When they pass the family portraits, he uses her hand to knock them off the wall, just because he knows she doesn’t want to. He relishes in her loss of control; the control he has taken from her. Even when his ghostly form abandons her flesh, he will stain the corridors of her true home like a sticky residue. He feels the glass through her fingers as he grazes the frames and flicks them off their nails. They fall to the soft ground in thuds, only one breaking. He kneels down slowly and takes a shard of it in her hand, and as she rises he hangs her shoulders low, as he carries her body like a second skin, a disposable layer.
When they reach the door at the end of the hall, she refuses to blink in an attempt to glaze over her vision, but he sees right through the tears, he sees the blue light pouring out over the floor. His rented right hand tightens around the glass but her skin does not break as she enters the room. The nightly news plays silently on the small TV screen, casting shadows that would not have otherwise existed. Showing her the daughter that she would not have otherwise been able to see.
They see her there, too young to sleep on her own every night but too old to admit she is still afraid of the dark.
“She should really be afraid of you.” Her lips form the words but it’s not her that’s speaking. Her daughter stirs for a moment under the cotton sheets before finding satisfaction in the cool side of her mother’s pillow.
Please don’t make me do this. Please don’t make me do this. She begs her body to listen to her instead of its foreign invader, but her body isn’t just hers anymore. He’s the ultimate thief, and when he is done bathing in innocent blood he will shed her skin and his own hands will be clean, but she will be left with the consequences.
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Medical Device Marketing Video