It’s endless. This path. This thing I’m working so hard on. It’s impossible. This thing I’m trying to sculpt. This thing I’m trying to morph into shape. It’s ruthless. Shutting down the screaming demons in my chaotic mind. Shutting them down; shutting them up. It’s paralyzing. Taking a breath, standing up for myself. Is it … Continue reading A Shattered Masterpiece.
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One of Many Nightmares.
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.
The Sweetest Torture.
Your breath is hot against my skin. Your tongue flicking embers onto my olive toned, slender neck. My back arches as the sensations slither down my body; my nerves crackling to life. My toes curl as your breath cools the thin trail of saliva left by your tongue. I lift my eyelids to reveal glazy, … Continue reading The Sweetest Torture.
Seduction.
She’s alone. In the dark. By the bed. Waiting. Her entire body trembling with numbing anticipation. The rhythm of her heart erratic. She raises her fingers to her parted, pink lips and chews the naked tips. She hears footsteps. Her world freezes. The sporadic beat of her heart ceases. Her breath catches in her throat. … Continue reading Seduction.
To Nothing.
The clock ticks. It counts down. Every movement of the second hand rings in my head. Echoes between the space of my ears. The sound is deafening. My body shakes. My hands quiver. The clock ticks. It counts down. A single tear rolls down my flushed cheek. The bomb inside of me will obliterate me … Continue reading To Nothing.
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.
You’re Fucking Beautiful. (2)
My chin trembles, more tears cascading down my cheeks as I nod. You smile and straighten yourself up, leaving the room. I know you’re standing just outside the door. Waiting to hear me say the words you so wish I would believe. I open my mouth, my voice hoarse and strained, “You’re beautiful.” I don’t … Continue reading You’re Fucking Beautiful. (2)
You’re Fucking Beautiful. (1)
Looking in the mirror I can’t stand what I see. Every flaw, every blemish stands out like a sore thumb. With my hands on the sink I take a shaky breath in. My eyes stare hard at my own reflection, “Why are you like this? Why can’t you look like every other girl that you … Continue reading You’re Fucking Beautiful. (1)
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 