@CruelSophieXoXo: Hundreds of my moots are following this delusional, clout-chasing publication, suggest you unfollow before I block.
@ApotheosisBitch5: Apotheosis was her first album post PANDEMIC, of course there will be mentions and allegories to death. We don’t know what she went through! So why don’t you just shut the fuck up, Naomi Bullshit Barnes!
@TorturedSoulHH: Naomi Barnes hope someone kills you, you dumb fucking cunt
@HHevangelist: Someone should teach this dumb bitch a lesson!
@TorturedSoulHH: @HHevangelist found out where she lives in LA…
@MirrozNSm0ke: Finally a reporter brave enough to speak the truth without hiding from the repercussions of the evil elite!!!!
@HarryTurnerFan: @MirrozNSm0ke @SianGilbz happy someone else is taking this seriously. Too many fans with no lives in the comments ignoring these horrifying facts!
@RoseAndValerie9: I don’t disagree Harlow should be locked up, but how fucking dare you slander Colton like this, claiming he was blackmailing her – appalling and heartless, his poor family #victimblaming
@OceanBlvdsTunnel: This makes no sense, Meghan Rhodes is still alive. If Harlow was such a crazy murderer, why not kill the woman Colton actually got engaged to?
@LiviaStoneHH: @OceanBlvdsTunnel exactly! Naomi Barnes lost all integrity. Comparing to O.J.!? Are you effing kidding me? Just another journalist willing to say anything for clicks. Pathetic.
Harlow
Four Months Before the Murder
I inhaled, letting the smoke fill my lungs as I watched the waves crash against the jagged cliffs below. I knew the THC was kicking in because I started thinking of the waves as a metaphor for my life, on the cusp of crashing into a million little pieces. The perfect mindset for songwriting.
I cry for a life that’s shattered, like the shards of glass on the floor
You’ve tainted anything that mattered, now I fear what’s in store
I scribbled the lyrics down in an old composition notebook I found in the kitchen drawer. I usually wrote in my phone, but I wanted to disconnect for a couple hours.
Because no one can hear me, I’m a powerless ghost
Devoured by darkness, got too close
As I let the lyrics flow onto the page, I started to forget my anxiety; when my brain was piecing words together, it provided a distraction from the heavy weight pulling my heart into my stomach. I cocked my head to the side as I reread the lyrics, sighing.
There were a few with potential. The rest were garbage. But I knew that to improve them, I had to keep going. Tell myself no one would hear them anyway. This was just for me. So I strummed the chords of my guitar—A minor to C to G minor—and sang softly.
“If you were a different shade… of red. And I wasn’t… held captive by the thoughts in my head…”
My throat stung as I repeated the last two lines.
“Maybe it would have worked. Maybe it would have lasted. But we’re… we’re…”
I paused, trying to think of two toxic substances that shouldn’t be combined. But “we’re like ammonia and bleach” didn’t have the poetic ring I was looking for.
“But your… darkness is overpowering. Slowly devouring.”
I nodded, writing it down.
“And my heart breaks…” I continued. “To watch this love souring.”
God, you’re pathetic.Rolling my eyes, I scratched out the last line.Useless. Basic. Talentless. I could hear the cruel comments in my head.
“Three things you can hear. Three things you can see.” I whispered the command to myself as I threw my pen down, trying to stop the downward spiral in its tracks.
Waves crashing. Seagulls squawking. Wind whipping…
