Flickering

The clock had stopped ticking
3 days, 12 minutes, and 8 seconds ago.
The batteries were removed when she
Collapsed from exhaustion.
They took no mind to keep quiet;
They wanted her to hear and they wanted
To see the shock on her face because
It brought them excitement.
She could’ve slept right though it.
But they woke her and made her feel
Horrible. Her nails worn down to the
Cuticle and her hair sliced into a short
knotted mess. Clothes laid out on
The rotten floor; stained in bleach and
Covered in conception. She felt different.
She looked different. Disguised as a
Broken blonde instead of a
Stitched brunette. She couldn’t see
Them but she knew they were
Still there, the demons that stole her away
From the world and brought her back as
Someone else. She could hear their
Laughter and feel their pride between her
Lips. Didn’t take long for them to leave.
There was no time now, and every
Second blended together. Like her
Thoughts. She couldn’t pin point
Exactly what just happened.
But all of a sudden she felt sick