The Fabric of Our Souls

by K.M. Moronova

For the broken ones who are in need of something dark, morbid, and beautiful.

Avoidance has always been my coping mechanism. If I don’t think about it, it doesn’t matter. My day goes on.

My mind is a plague that needs to be cured and people like me are damned to chase this mysterious elixir.

“You should wait… and it doesn’t have to be for anything specific. I’m just saying—wait for the weight of the world to pass. Wait until the tremors that wrack through your skull drift into the depths again. Wait until the sun rises, and the light makes you feel a little less pointless.”

She’s the image of heartache—and I want the pain she instills inside my heart forever.

The fabric of our souls is thin—we’ve been wandering this world just to unite in this small corner of the universe. Our connection is frightening and enchanting all at once.

“I think it’s because it makes me happy to see something that was once so beautiful in life be just as pretty, if not more so, in death. Forever beautiful.”

Betrayal by those who were meant to care for me in the darkest of times.

“The Fabric of our Souls is thin and worn. We must be gentle and love tirelessly.”