Rhythm and Harmony: The Octascratch Prompt Collab

by lyra_lover777

56 Atrocity by lyra_lover777

Atrocity by lyra_lover777

No one wants me. They'll never want me.

Well, at least I thought that.

I was so ugly.

I am ugly.

I can't take it.

I wanted to die.

Wanted.

But now I have her.

But she doesn't know me.

She may have held me.

She may thinks she knows me.

I may think she knows me.

But she doesn't.

She doesn't see who I really am, deep, deep inside.

A monstrosity.

A twisted, crooked, burnt, blackened, hairless, cold monster.

A beast.

She doesn't know what happened all those years ago.

On that cold rainy night.

I know, every night, she cries about her mother.

And it's my fault.

Cause it is.

I had gone in that house, the home, and stolen some money cause my mommy told me so.

And her momma was there.

She saw me.

I looked down at the gun Mommy had given me, just in case.

BLAM.

I ran, scared, crying.

Weeping.

I watched what I had become.

My heart shriveled, became the beast that is twisted, disgusting, non huggable.

I brought the gun.

I saw her, that night.

She saw her Momma die.

By me.

Thank goddess I was disguised then, or I wouldn't be here now.

But then, so many years later, she found the gun in my possession.

She looked at me, finally saw the monster, the beast, that I really was.

And she ran.

Like she ought to.

And now I'm alone, alone to lurk in the deepest depths of me.

Alone.

Alone with the monster.

Comments

[FoolRegnant]

Now this would make a hella fun dark OctaScratch fic.

[Divine Path]

How unconventional. The prose here is rather poetic, somehow. Intriguing.

[DJ Wh1t3]

Nicest Poem I ever Read

[Arctic Inferno]

I... I can't... That was...
Ooooohh mmmyyyyy That was very interesting, and made me look at things from another perspective. Which is always good.