Writing Prompt

I never thought I could be washed, white as snow,

Snow is pretty white after all and I felt pretty grey for a long time

this life has thrown its share of dust and mud at me

And yet here I stand, without spot or wrinkle

How can this be?

A bride nonetheless in this dustbowl of life

The one who lifted me out of the miry clay

Also washed me and cleansed me from my darkness

from the muck that was suf...

I miss them. A lot. I still can hear their voices ringing in my ears, but that shouldnt happen. They hurt me, right? Right?

Wake up.

Where am I?

Oh, right.

Acrisius sat up shakily.

His bones throbbed, and he felt as useless as every other day.

It had been a year since his mate, Whisper, had been murdered.

He turned to stare at his wings.

Once pretty and luminous, they were no longer.

He f...

Away go the people who might’ve been fake

But maybe they’re thinking and saying the same.

It’s not them the ones who wash away.

It’s my problem who was not in a regular pase.

I try controlling what I’m thinking

What I’m feeling is starting to feel like hate

I can feel those goosebumps with my soul randomly twisting

Maybe their acts made me a little bit like them.

Is my problem washing ...

Lately my emotion has evoked the skies to cry

Weeks it’s been pouring

From way up high to my eyes

It’s mimicking my sadness

The atmosphere is permitting me to be a recluse

So for now ill stay dry and warm inside

In my shell like a hermit

Until I can feel it all and not break

Until I can sleep sound

And rested, refresheningly awake...

They pack bricks into boxes to bog me down, push me off a bridge into the river.

It’s okay, we’ve been through this before, there is a system. If you don’t follow it, you don’t get through.

Thinking feels like sinking or thinking is sinking and while sinking I’m thinking if I’m doing it the right way, what they’re thinking of me while I sink.

Sand crumbles under my feet when I reach the floo...

The mirrors gaze holds a shadowed face,

Bathed in Crimson, a chilling embrace.

Years of torment, of fear and dread,

I think of the violence, and each tears shed.

His blood stains my skin, a morbid art,

But never again, will he shatter my heart.

I scrub and scrub, as the water flows,

I wash away his sins, and all his drunken blows.

No more fear, no more despair,

Only the echoes of his final...

“You never listen!” I yelled, my voice breaking.

“Listen to what?…. You’re supid accusations!” He yelled back.

I couldn’t stop the tears from rolling, my throat was so dry, I couldn’t do anything.

“I can’t do this anymore,” I pushed out, my breathing heavy. “You cheated on me, with my_ BEST FRIEND_, didn’t _you_?”

He didn’t respond but I could see the tiniest glispe of pain in his eyes.

“I can...

. And just like that,

All my progress washed away.

I build sand masterpieces

On the beach,

And they’re gone

The next day.

*Sigh*

Reset my days free

Of dark seas,

And stinging eyes,

Back to none.

...

It was the first storm of the season.

After months, so dry.

The rain pouring down, washing away the watchful eyes.

Cradling myself, I say goodbye.

Thunder crashes, muffling past cries.

The rain gets louder, yet the noise goes quiet.

I can’t say what I think, I can only write it.

If I try to speak, it comes out jumbled.

Some might think, I’m a little troubled.

So now that the past thoughts h...

The whispers are absorbed by the wind's embrace,

Memories fade without a trace.

Like rivers carrying fantasy astray,

The current of time sweeps them away.

Footprints were washed away from sandy shores,

Echoes silenced, close doors.

In the downpour's unrelenting might,

Yesterdays disappear into the night.

Allow the torrent to cleanse the past,

Washing away what can't last.

The river's ever-flowin...