CalicoNorth

She plucked one from the black like the fruit you choose to throw to the birds, but you don't know that birds can't eat that, and neither do the birds, and I suppose you both die a little inside when you do find out. “Those are important, you know.” The voice filled the atmosphere like an orchestral song fills the theater – listen, you can hear the audience hold their breath before the crescendo, that's my favorite part. “That is light you hold in your hand, and life as well. There's weight where you will feel none.” She spoke over her shoulder, not bothering to offer her gaze, “I suppose you would know;

 It's like you're late for school and you can't get out of bed because a part of you has wrapped its tail around your spinal column and taken control. You know what you have to do, but no matter the struggle, the force of will you muster, the sheer amount of acid building up around your muscles fatigued from weeks on end of battling this demon – no matter what means of combat you employ, the thing always seems to strangle your prone body with its wretched appendage. You want to wake up and go outside, but the demon keeps you pinned to your bedspread. You want to go to sleep in the hopes of something better come morning, but its sicken