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Black Sunday
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Black Sunday |
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kram Junior Member
since 2003-01-17
Posts 20texas |
Sunday night is black… One AM… seven weeks slink down my spine, surround my stomach, and ambush the rest of my life. Two AM silence screams at me to mediate and quiet the battle that rages within me so that it can sleep for just one hour before reluctantly turning three. Three AM alarm clock winks at me from the corner of my eye laughing… teasing… reminding me that I’m losing again. Four AM… Monday morning’s imminent brightness flames early in my imagination an uninvited guest piercing the darkness crashing the blood-red victory party that seven weeks are celebrating behind my closed lids. Five AM darkness implores me block out this brightness, lower the shades, but, climbing out of my obsession to do so, I remember… there are no shades of black. |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Loved the imagery, enjoyed the read  will look out for more of your work Maree |
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