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Wendy Flora Member
since 2000-01-11
Posts 182Virginia |
Emptiness. Nothing but cold, dark emptiness. It is day because I see the people around me walking and laughing, but I cannot distinguish between the opening of my eyes and the closing for all the darkness in my soul. Halfway between my sternum and my navel there is a spot of pain - a dull ache, worse than all the burnings of hell. There must be somewhere worse, for I can assure you... I am in this place. I was knocked from my place among the stars by an explosion so dark it seared my eyes behind my eyelids, and I fell down into this cold, dark well of rain. It falls up from my heart and evaporates down to condense on the clouds about my head. I cannot see the stones that surround me, imprisoning me, but I can reach out and feel their slimy coldness. I know them each by touch, and they all have names. A great, dark cloud is at the top of the well. It is far away, many miles above where I sit in the darkness of the deep. I know dimly it is from thence I sprang, that the cloud is the origin of me, but somehow... I cannot believe in it. I cannot see the cloud, and have never felt it, yet my inner soul is crying out to this cumulonimbus of imagination. Grey claws of oblivion rake across my dying heart, and my breath comes slow and frigid. All love is gone from my heart. My nerves are cold and lifeless, and my mouth no longer remembers what moves to make to form a smile. These stones are to blame. They stand silent, frozen in the mortar of their fate. My own broken pieces shall lie among the ruins of this well, until some mason come to place me in the wall, being carefull to sand me into my squarish shape again, so that no passer-by can notice my imperfection. |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Quite a collection of powerful images you provide here! "Grey claws of oblivion rake across my dying heart" Especially love that! |
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Dusk Treader
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since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
Such incredible imagery and so very beautiful in it's darkness. Excellent description of the pain. In flames I shall not be consumed, but reborn. -- Abrahm Simons |
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