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Darkness Member
since 2002-10-17
Posts 202The place just beyond my eyes, where my spirit flies. |
Pounding me in the hallway Transparent faeries flutter above Kiss my cheek with Honeydew drops of terror Then they expire And fall shriveled in my quaking hand The only movement I'm allowed to make in that moment Is the closing of my hand Crushing their little lifeless bodies Hearing the bones snap I turn my head and vomit My hands are moist with what seems like water But realization takes hold of me This is liquid from the leaking faeries A cold sweat comes over me Abdomen flex and I vomit over my shoulder again Waves of terror like those of tidal Envelop me when a faery kisses me With those Honeydew terror lips I have to crush them My evil inside wills it And I churn again When I realize that this evil inside Is making me like this. [This message has been edited by Darkness (01-14-2003 10:44 AM).] |
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Eromyna Member
since 2002-11-29
Posts 306Pheonix, AZ, USA |
"Give me you thoughts. Good, bad, but not INDIFFERENT!" Oh yeah, I agree completely on that. I didn't really connect with this piece. Interesting narrative though. "I don't need to scream for you to deem me aggravation." |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Darkness, this is an interesting concept that is well played out in this piece. For me, it prompts the question, "If in destroying good we are aware of the force evil, why then do we continue to pursue evil's path and destroy good?" I like your use of faeries as the sparkle of light that must be crushed. Kethry Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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