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Torture
Jul 17, 2010 22:59:12 GMT -5
Post by Risk on Jul 17, 2010 22:59:12 GMT -5
It's trying to swallow me and I can't get out. The darkness is closing in and I threw my light away. He touches my arm, fingers firmly on my shoulder, and his arm around my waist locks me in tight. I fold into him, pressed close to be safe, without a desire to touch, I touch.
My mind screams, "Look around! Look around!" But how do you fight the only thing you have? Finally I do, and I spot just what's wrong. A hand to low, a body too close, a bed beneath it all.
I sigh, close my eyes, and feel the darkness slip away. But when I open them again, back to the light... A tear falls... A scream is held back... A prayer is said... And I leave my empty bed... All of it fades back to the darkness. I put the ring back on. All of it goes back to my mind. Back to my memory.
Saved for another night, another time.
Until my mind can torture me again.
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Torture
Jul 17, 2010 23:38:04 GMT -5
Post by The Silent Fourteen on Jul 17, 2010 23:38:04 GMT -5
Really nicely done. I love your use of whitespace.
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Torture
Jul 18, 2010 17:23:24 GMT -5
Post by Risk on Jul 18, 2010 17:23:24 GMT -5
Kinda fits with how my brain is working (or not working) right now.
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