Lullaby Prisoners

in Writing Club2 years ago
Authored by @Arques Wuhdrelis


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It is always the lingering burn in my chest that made my fingertips bleed. I do not want to be seen just because they knew that I hid—I want to be looked at in a way that harvests my innermost affliction.

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I am a matrix of all grieves and ruined vessels, digging through existence and finally pulverizing six feet deep. Most of the time I tore hearts and hibernate myself under a pile of bypassed eunoia with little wonder to ever wake up again in one.

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But in my most sane desires, I am cruel to truths that never once led my limbs to walk on. Hence, if life flutters open my flesh, I shall be buried in nirvana with those knives that scarred me. They will see how my bones were made to nail the oath of an innocent kid written by itself, terribly why I am only understood when I am bits to the tiniest portions of what I will be.

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Perhaps, when my heart is grey and when my skin decays, I will be open to their wicked eyes. Maybe in my destruction, I will see less of what was robbed from me, at last. And relive the same lies I was fed in my awakening through the mirror of my rancid soul. And there will resonate the chaos that pierced those little veins among my fears, paranoias, passion, agony, and blood.

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A needle to my hideousness—threatening to resurrect the death of my mind. The spirit of my unheard misery and life sentence. The roofs of my veined eyes pleading odds to swallow me whole. A third-degree burn in my head sucking my sanity—unseen and untouchable and disguised as nakedness on the streets. A timeless legacy that was cursed beneath my skin. A shiver that whispered lost faith amidst cruelty, “Soon it will creep into the surface of your innocent smiles. Perhaps a little harsher than the holes from my dreadful fingers.”

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“That my innermost affliction harvests in a way I don't want to be looked at for they knew that I hid. I want to be sought because of the lingering burn in my fingertips. They have always wanted me bleeding.”

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@rks.wuhdrelis

A warrior of liberty. With ink stains on her mind and soul. Maayong adlaw! This page contains the information you might want to know about the author. She goes by the name Arques and is under the username @rks.wuhdrelis. She lives in Cebu, Philippines, and is a proud Bisaya. She is a listener of music and is currently drowning in the rhythm of her pop-punk playlist. And she reads too, either depressing or hilarious books. Words from MJ, btw.

Arques is an 18-year-old girl, on a mission to her dream college and a writer wannabe is her reputation. There's a thin line between writing and music that enthralls her mind to scribble every time she has a chance to. To write is to dream and to dream is to be free. Except for nightmares, she believes so. She fancies writing prose poetries that is usually about childhood, life, love, tragedy, something peculiar, or even unnamed emotions. Stay tuned!

Her muse is Julia Choi from the K-POP girl group, ITZY. Images from this blog are retrieved from @itzy.all.in.us on Instagram. Thanks for making it here!

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Euonia. Rancid. Nirvana. I was almost lost that I had to mull on those words a number of times.
I am thankful though, I've now added them to my growing collection... Hehe!

You've made yet another beautiful creation, dear Arques. Well done.

thank you so much. this is how i mostly write back then, depends on the mood 😂 an old work and my another finished write up after months of not writing anything at all. thanks for passing by!