Day 3. Playing with the spirits.

Sinking deeper into yourself,
Farther from the world,
Farther into obscurity,
Away from every day of light.

And then one day, it all came crumbling down, you thought you were secure in your own world, you thought you were fine, safely tucked away, but then the spirits struck, hitting bone and flesh, eating deep into your flesh.

It started with your legs, they didn’t see to work anymore, every step was intense pain, living was hell. Then it was your esteem, ripping away every bit of humanity you had left in you, ripping down the giants walls you have worked so hard to build, making everything seem like a lie.

You were fine when the whole world didn’t take notice of you, quite content with just a couple of approving remarks here and there from your mother. But then, junior school girls would never let you be. Sizing you up.

‘She’s the ugliest girl in class, she probably is sick or something’, you decided to resort to making them pity-like you, that blew up so fast. You were ruined for life. Torn far away from the world.

Rebuilding? Way out of the question, you were practically a zombie, living life one day after the other, barely trying to survive. Squeezing out a few smiles once a while to some people, but then deep inside, you were dying, rotting.

Published by AderemiChukwu

I love writing, I'm an equalist and a strong promoter of egalitarianism and Feminism. I hope to touch lives and make an impact in this world. I'm the next big thing.❤

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