Just a piece I wrote for one of my classes...
Black billows surround her once innocent mind. Fueled by fear, feeding off anxieties and spewing out hopelessness and despair out of her very soul. An innermost darkness fills the very being that has the misfortune of being consumed. The world is black and grey, no other colour of the spectrum in sight. Pebbles gradually gather up the mountain until the weight is just too much to bear. Pebble mountain, of triggers and stressors which rapidly transform into Mount Everest of turmoil. Her mind snaps like a brittle twig and the pebbles come tumbling down, crushing her body and soul. Pointy spikes of cold metal pierce into her wrists as pitches of wailing whispers deface her soul. Swift spirits coil around her, slowly squeezing the very life out of her. Virtuous butterflies soon transform into ravenous snakes, filled with toxic acrimony, longing for blood. The aroma of ferrous oxide fills her nostrils as tints of red liquescent (liquid) drip slowly down the lack of flesh still remaining on her. Cold is all she feels, deadness in her very soul.
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