The Ruin Script

a sanctuary of verses—where silence shatters, wounds speak, and the condemned are silenced in flesh.

wandering through verses—tracing the weight of my curses.

Category: Her Monologue

the echoes of the 24th

August 25, 2025

today is the 25th.yesterday was my birthday.i just turned twenty-one. i had just finished my brunch and was holding my phone. as i placed my utensils in the sink, a message appeared—a familiar name. a message i never expected. she greeted me. and suddenly, tears fell, as if they had been held in my heart…
the silence of the 24th

August 24, 2025

as of 12:00 pm.today is the 24th. my birthday.twenty-one. i feel blue. when the clock struck midnight, i set my phone down and prayed. i thanked god for the life he gave me, for the abundance he never withholds, even while i remain distant from him. honestly, it’s been two years since i last visited…
the weight of the 24th

August 23, 2025

today is the 23rd.tomorrow is the 24th.my birthday. twenty-one. i keep asking myself what i should do, how to spend the hours, but every answer collapses before it can take shape. i already know how it will go—me, in bed, scribbling words into the void. it should mean something, right? this turning of the year,…