Amputee
The moment when I breathe your scent in the air, I think, "Who am I to open a heart, to make it care?" My thoughts seem to fly...
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The moment when I breathe your scent in the air, I think, "Who am I to open a heart, to make it care?" My thoughts seem to fly...
#household Your heart has grown frostier over the years, Incapable of shedding any tears. A heart made of stone, affection no longer has a home.
On the first page of our story The future seemed so bright Then the saint turned out so evil I don't know why i'm still surprised Even angels have their wicked schemes And you take that to new...
Softly strumming music. A quiet soothing lullaby. The violin plays to the babe lying in the cradle. Encapsulating the adoration of life and memories contained in the new photos placed around the room.
"I don't want to waste your beauty" He smirked. He was moving closer to Sara now. Then he was so close that she felt his breath on her neck, his deep heavy breath.
#household She saw her face on the window pane, faded, ghostly. If she focused hard enough, she could see the outside world, frosted, dark grey and raining smoke orange leaves.
Tears of blood fall from the eye,. And stream towards the ground,. Onyx iris melts to cry,. Cold crystal panes surround,. Tears of blood run down the cheek,. Towards the metal floor,.
@jamtots #household Must you taunt me Must you haunt me All of these years While I've been hiding All my phobias and fears It's like a tragedy Like a dark comedy I'm just a puppet Watching you pull...
I try to please. I won't fight. I'll let you win. I can't leave. I'm afraid of what you'll do. Locking myself in. I won't come out. In my mind I'll stay. I'll take the abuse. Without a tear or grunt.
Best little girl in all the world.... Put a foot wrong. I'll sing you a song... Someone give you a fright. I'll put them right. Anything you ask, I'll indulge, as my task.
Clutching time in her hand... This pain she could no longer stand. Crushing years away in her palm. If only he hadn't caused her harm.
Sitting here, in my padded cell Walls as grey as an elephant's skin I ponder on my loneliness And weep at all the mess I'm in They put me in a strait-jacket Tied me up and stripped me bare Probed my...
Neck strung with cold and stretched sinew, creaked swing in rope of bloodied blue. Stool, three legged, in drunken trip, I kicked deliberately, escaping you.
Awake through it all. Functioning, I hear the call. The screams bouncing off white walls. I didn't fit into the human rules. Tortured in to my desperation. One action, one moment of my creation.
The shattered glass hides my shame, My guilt and lies from this foolish game, A world where pain can set me free, When love is hate and both rule me.
Day 3 the turtle had burning red eyes that looked into your soul but it was still kinda cute as it licked my pale feet.Day 4 I felt totally better since the bite but the hologram man popped up again...
It was too late. I had made my decision. Made the decision to end it all. It was too late. I did change one of my decisions, though.
She stares the reflection, her face a stony, emotionless mask. Her pale skin is stretched tightly over her hollow cheekbones, her skeletal face pinched and sharp.
#youngwritershousehold Mirror mirror I look to you and see my fears. Once pretty face You've vanished without a trace. Once bright eyes You've turned to lies Mirror mirror Can't you be clearer.
CHAPTER 13 I turned on Max. My eyes full of tears "I don't want to hear your story or excuses ok just leave." He did.
Tightening grip around my neck. Face, still smiling, but the breath is becoming laboured, Torture, this is. My breathing, shallow. Is it supposed to be this way. A rite of passage.
Notice: It may be short, but the ending is not sweet.
A prick of a thorn,. A slip of a knife,. Your skin torn,. A shed of blood,. A single drop,. You could,. Shrug it off,. Just a cut,. Not a cough,. But a scab,. Turn to a scar,. One to add,.
Locked away, no longer a man, solitary for all time. Locked away, no longer a man, punishment beyond its crime. Locked away, no longer a man, but an animal in a cage.