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Thursday, July 14, 2005
Step out.
Withered and cold inside,
Struggling, striving to crawl through the dark,
bloody brittle fingers cling to the black cavern floor.
dirty bleeding hands pulling, nails chipping
cracking splitting, ripping.
The pain is gone, I rest before the door.
wood and metal, sturdy and strong.
warm against my back, natural and earthy.
Warming my core.
Scarred and battered,
staring into the darkness
bruised and sore,
feeling swallowed, whole.
I fall to pieces.
I pull them back, I struggle to stand,
pain whipping through the torn and bloody limbs.
a bloody mess, peering through strings of matted hair,
reaching for the handle, a string of bloody drool falling onto my breast.
I pull the latch.
And step out into the night.
|| by Fae ||
11:24:00 PM |
 
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