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Sunday, November 06, 2005
Death's Comfort.
Breathe Deep My Child, Breathe Deep.
Floundering, drowning, colours swirling, limbs writhing, gasping for air, muscles spasming, death awaits.
Your charge is safe My Child, You can sleep
Sharp pain, loud bang, colours darkening, limbs jerk, death rattle, muscles loosen, lights go out, she awaits.
They'll Understand My Child, They'll Understand
dull pains, light covering, soft beeps, dimmed lights, sterile scents mask the rot, lids close and the beeps become an incessent drone, she's arrived.
You Daughter is Here, Child, Here.
screeching wheels, inhuman screams metal-on-metal, gasoline, a baby cries, a mother whimpers, car explodes, she holds them safe.
Breathe Deep My Child, Breathe Deep, you'll arrive one day
Funny How you try to write one thing and another completely different aspect comes tumbling out isn't it? I was supposed to write an erotic poem, and apparently my muse for the night wasn't from Dirty Thoughts at all. Just mostly from my own experiences. Funny how the one thing I fear, I've come to accept and know it's inevitable, but is it fair to be left feeling like it follows me everywhere?
EroticFae
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