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Like the void
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Like the void |
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Eromyna Member
since 2002-11-29
Posts 306Pheonix, AZ, USA 
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Internal tearing, like the void is living, trying to escape my numbing flesh. I keep it close, bereft. I teach it how to hate what I have left, what they have left me as. I cradle poison in my chest, a beating, pulsing lump of it. It clenches tighter, makes me sweat. I play along and hold my breath. I fall; I sink and smash my head on cracking concrete pavement. But I have no regret. I would be destroyed like that. And who would be there to sadly look back? I collide with inner animals, wild. I strike them and they bite me back. I cry, bleeding pity for my own abandoned carapace. "I don't need to scream for you to deem me aggravation." |
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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
good! This definately was well done. But didn't seem to flow as well as your other work, yet the strength in your words covered up for this.  [This message has been edited by Lexy (09-11-2003 10:07 AM).] |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Shay, amazing flow here and these are swesome lines: I cradle poison in my chest, a beating, pulsing lump of it. It clenches tighter, makes me sweat xxoo |
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