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chrissydome Member
since 2003-11-28
Posts 73germany 
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i was standing naked and fettered in chains in a dark red house that had no basement i was swimming in a lake of blood and tears try to smile try to smile try to smile cold metal exoriating my wrists my throat cauterized and sour i was regurgitating food i never had try to live try to live try to live someone entered the room with a knife in his hands if i could have i had fallen to my knees i was quietly begging for him to make it quick let me die let me die let me die he's coming closer now - god, help me, if you are there i can smell his skin - if i only could... he's touching my face - now i'm lost he poured water over my eyes took the knife, cut through the ties kissed my forehead and caressed my soul make me whole make me whole make me whole turning mirrors upside down won't make dust fall off the ground, hiding wounds won't ease the pain, sleep won't make you whole again... |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
This sounds more like a nightmare The words remind me of watching a japanese film once in a hotel in Manila The thrill of capture the fear of the future and the release to a lost future A very bold write almost tribal and submissive Interesting Dave |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
What a story -- the ending left me with goosebumps! Good one. I liked the way you used rhythm and repetition. |
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dinky Member
since 2002-10-19
Posts 258 |
this was soo good. it gave me chills. |
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