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Torture

Jan 5, 2009, 5:00:56 PM by *x-SilentScreams-x
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Philosophy & Perspectives

I.
I broke my heart this morning.  Darling, did you feel it?  I placed it, pulsing, between our bodies and watched it burst in echo to your rhythm.  The clock kept ticking and it was too late to turn back.

II.
It attacked my body last night.  Darling, did you feel it?  I placed my hand on the hill and pressed it down until it was as flat as I could remember.  I never liked balloon animals; there was always the chance that they would regain their original shape and forget the work their creator put into them.

III.
I freed myself this morning.  Darling, don’t you feel it?  I placed poison in my body to expel your ghost from inside.  The clock kept ticking and you never turned back.

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II.
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Alia Beth
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature

United States

In an artistic sense:

I am a poet who imagines her muse to be a butterfly. Sometimes he is colorful and vibrant, other times he is dull and lifeless as a moth whose wings have been rubbed clean by dirty fingertips. He is rarely listening to any of my thoughts or needs, but occasionally he sees fit to pay attention and I could never survive without him.

In a realistic sense:

I am a senior in college who won't be graduating anytime soon. I have no idea where I am going or what I would like to spend my life doing. I do know that I am madly in love and have everything to look forward to, no matter what my future may hold for me.

Current Residence: Too far from campus
Operating System: Windows 7
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Journal Entry: Thu Apr 12, 2012, 6:20 AM

So, apparently my newest piece isn't doing too bad... Two features and I haven't even submitted it to any groups yet. Interesting. Hopefully this will give me the motivation to get back into the rhythm of writing. I do truly miss it.