Spinning. Spinning. Spinning. It doesn’t stop. It never stops. It won’t stop. Spinning. Spinning. Spinning. Spiraling down, down, down. It’s dark. Ebony in its most pure form. Nothing exists here. Nothing but the memory. The vivid, wretched, memory. In the black there is no running from it. There is no hiding from the monster staring … Continue reading One of Many Nightmares.
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The Vicious Cycle.
They bounce off the walls. The tortured cries of agony rebound off the walls and sink into the flesh of the one they came from. They come hurtling from the chapped lips, ricochet off the slowly enclosing walls only to come biting back at the one whose voice they came from. Nobody to hear the … Continue reading The Vicious Cycle.
Drip.
To numb the pain. To numb the pain. To numb the pain. Drip. The candle wax drips onto her arm. It’s scorching heat healing the throbbing pain in her heart. Drip. She doesn’t feel the tears wetting her cheeks. She doesn’t notice her chest dripping with the saline solution. Her gaze is unfocused. Unblinking. Lost. … Continue reading Drip.
Drowning No Longer.
Here I lay. In waiting. I’m not sure what for, but here I am stuck in this limbo of adequacy and malice. But here I am wading through the roaring oceans of doubt, looking for the lighthouse. Here I am searching desperately for a saving grace. The tide is rising. The current is pulling. It’s … Continue reading Drowning No Longer.
Uncensored Eloquence 