the words don't flow easily these days,
but a trickle is better than a drought,
emotions pushed down because the outlet is blocked,
i creak,
i groan,
overfilled with pain, sadness, anger,
emotions that create less than they break,
cracks develop in my mind,
scars develop on my skin,
how do you do it?
or are you hiding the same cracks i am?
you certainly hide them better than i do,
at least i think you do... maybe you're thinking the same thing about me.
tomorrow might be better,
perhaps i should sleep.
the words don't flow easily these days,
but a trickle is better than a drought,
emotions pushed down because the outlet is blocked,
i creak,
i groan,
overfilled with pain, sadness, anger,
emotions that create less than they break,
cracks develop in my mind,
scars develop on my skin,
how do you do it?
or are you hiding the same cracks i am?
you certainly hide them better than i do,
at least i think you do... maybe you're thinking the same thing about me.
tomorrow might be better,
perhaps i should sleep.
bone-deep, inch-wide, gashes
on my arms, legs
on my shoulders, back
drowning in a blood-red ocean
soul-drowning in my own blood
cross-hatched scares on
my face, stomach, breasts
i pray for oblivion
for the peace of the longsleep
pray for death
red wine and razor blades,
as the light slowly fades,
you walk around the room lighting
these hundred candles...
one
by one
by one
your movement seems to slow as i drink,
the world closes in.
this one room is all,
you are my all,
for these few hours we are alone,
i worship you in silence,
until the sun rises,
and the world returns.
working title: blood curse by goffgrrl, literature
Literature
working title: blood curse
Stealthy as a cat, she crept through the night, senses heightened by adrenalin. Hearing a noise behind her, she spun around, bending her knees slightly to lower her centre of balance. Seeing a man only a few feet away from her in the shadows, she was stunned, no one should have been able to creep up on her like that. But she had little more than a second to wonder before he had knocked her to the ground, his face only inches from her own.
"You..." She began, her voice hoarse with both anger and shock.
"Yes, my dear, me." The man replied, his tone mocking as he fought back the laughter. "Who did you think it would be? That Master of
working title: blood curse p2 by goffgrrl, literature
Literature
working title: blood curse p2
Gods the sun was bright, Erin thought to herself as she walked out the gates of the 'exclusive' private school her parents insisted on sending her to. She gallantly tried to fight the urge to squint, muttering to herself about the stupidity of a school who banned the wearing of sunglasses with their uniform. Looking around at the other students milling around the gates, waiting for parents or buses, or just hovering around the too-expensive cars that their parents had bought them, she wondered how they could stand the light. Even at this hour, with the sun nearly at the horizon, the light seemed to burn the backs of Erin's eyeballs. Heari
You're jus out of reach...
i can see You, i can feel Your warmth
but i ache to feel Your skin against mine
i laugh at the irony, but cry at the pain...
nothing's easy they tell me, but this is worse than that...
life doesn't feel real... like i'm stuck in the waiting room...
i wonder how long,
watch others go through those magical doors as thier names are called out
but no one calls my name as i sit here & grieve
missing Your touch, missing Your love
missing the sound of Your voice
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