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My Skin, The Altar
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My Skin, The Altar |
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kynder Senior Member
since 2000-04-11
Posts 537Tallahassee, Florida 
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Cooking my skin in the sun, Caught his reflection in the sweatbeads Upon my body, Making me jump, Heart starts thumping. Will he chase me always? Not worth the salt in my tears, Or the screams in my head. Still my skin remembers the trap I needed. O, how well he would feed me; Watching it grow from a little seed Into a huge, suffocating weed. Epidermis starts to sizzle, I bear more degrees, Feeling all these damn UV's, Hoping this will kill him in me. Sacrificing my flesh to the cancer That could steal my health, To rid a man who hit and ran, plus Stalked me with stealth. *****kynder The years teach much which the days never know. Ralph Waldo Emerson |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
No way out, but through...Hearts in hug to you...can't say I enjoyed--because I DID relate....well done. |
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tracie66 Member Elite
since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713Australia |
Well written Kynder~ HUGS Tracie~ Keep all the windows of your mind open Anne Rooks |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
Yes we do what we can to rid ourselves of this memories, But this sounds like you had more trouble than your willing to tell? About the stalking?? If you are in need at anytime? E me, My home page will give you my credentials in self defense. joel@goldrush.com Joel. I howl a mornful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Strength hon.. you sent it to me, now I to you..... *hugs* A heart and soul are not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others... ~Isis~ (Goddess - Sovereign of the Spirit) |
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