"Death By Windy Angels" by Nikki P.
sharp grass pricks the skin on my back while its dew comforts my wounds. the sun strikes my face, spotlighting my scars in a field of nothingness. lavender wheat sways in the distance, matching the movement of my bloody pupils. a slight breeze streams through my ears, clearing my thoughts temporarily. the wind carries my body higher and higher until the blinding light in the sky is a shout away. its radiation seeps through my skin, burning it until it matches the color of my eyes. its warmth permeates the air, submerging me in its waves. i open my eyes in blatant disregard to the danger in front of me. but a curtain appears to veil my face, blocking me from the menacing rays, as the sky darkens, only lighted by a group of stars. mesmerizing figures present themselves, holding my hands like a parent caring for their child. a new heat overcomes my body as my friends trick me into eternal damnation. the fire surrounding me adds redness to my wounded skin. i fall back in realization, calling out to the breeze that was nowhere to be found.
Nikki P. is a teen writer who likes to incorporate aspects of mental health in writing.