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sides of goldI yearn to arise and make out your face each morning, with the bright rays cross your face and the day that waits to unfold for us both.sides of gold
I grow tense as I focus my attention to my growing abdomen; four months strong, now outwardly drooping over the blue pant seam. Bending over, reaching for the packet of frozen raspberries seemed to take immense effort. Suddenly I noticed the uncomfortable cold sensation running through my fingertips. My eyes wide as I lifted my hand into a different position, absent from the packet. I slipped the red object between my lips, barely able to hold it stable. Clearing myself of any sign of drowsiness
by ~agapehearts
whispersI repeated the lines of a novel I knew so well in my mind;whispers
Creatures of the textile ocean. Swimmers in a sea of colored fabric…
The words painted images and consumed me with thoughts related and unrelated. As I started to pick at the fluff that stuck out of the warm gentle blanket that covered my fears, I sat perplexed. The fabric molded itself against my body, I dared not move. A soft murmur against my ear speaking of quick-fix products that would change my life, started to increase in volume as I realized my head was resting against the radio. I shifted my head, lifted my arm to switch the deceitful voic
by ~agapehearts
rationalityGripping the glass with a strength knowingly would never let it shatter. I eased the pressure for a second and knew exactly what would relieve this bitterness. It was over in a flash as I watched smashed glass pieces glisten on the white tiled kitchen floor. It seemed selfish, usurious, stubborn to hold on so strongly. My mouth unsuppressed every bottled up emotion, my voice hoarse and strained.rationality
Your eyes glaring, Too fearful to hold your gaze
Haunted.
Harsh words that scarred
Hands that left wounds Remember?
To love you dearly Never to betray Unconditional. &n
by ~agapehearts
the old houseI stumble three paces backward. His hand leaves a lasting throbbing imprint on my cheek and as I try to regain stability in my legs, a shaking sensation within my throat starts to form and seconds later I cough, leaving a splattered bloodstain soaking into the carpet. I stood agape in front of him wondering if it was over; hoping it would be. He is glaring, shouting, heading towards me. I close eyes and wait for the inevitable.the old house
My back slides down the wall I fall against. Feeling so weak I can barely hold myself up, regulate my breathing or even hide away. My sweat creates friction; my sweat, a protective layer over my body. I w
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There is no window in this room
Not that I really miss the view
It's just that I may soon forget the way the grass looks when it's wet
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Every time I rise I see you falling.
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