creative writing
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Death of Innocence
She believed she had gone through a certain death when she woke in her bed, sheets soiled with blood. The crude stains frightened and perplexed her; why would she bleed if she had no noticeable wounds? And she thought she was fine until a gradual pain knifed through her gut and back, wrenching a shocked Continue reading
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Loving A Recluse
It would be easier If I could peer into your soul Without need of untangling mysteries From the vines of your lips Coiled around each syllable Choking every honest word Through your apprehensive smile If only I could part The gossamer curtains Revealing the stained window To your heart Sheltering the things You wish to Continue reading
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Bite of Ecstasy
She never believed in vampires until she found herself cornered by one in the shadowed backroad to her house. But her throat didn’t tense around a panicked scream, instead it relaxed on her exhale of intrigue. Though the intensity of his malachite eyes chilled her bones with an awareness of danger, she didn’t cower nor Continue reading
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Murderer
I’ve ventured too deep Within myself Without hope of return From chambers better left Unopened Trapped in purgatory Where the sillage of rot Traipses the dark stillness As heavy clouds Mournful shadows wafting Above bare bones and decay Slain ideas Gutted thoughts And strangled memories Spread before me In senseless carnage Provoking a cry for Continue reading
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Running on Empty
Words elude me Faint whispers Of rusted chimes Without rhyme Or structure Yet a dogged ambition To breathe life Into its formlessness And give steady cadence To its stilted voice Brings me To these empty pages Every night Continue reading
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Tainted
I’m trying Almost in vain To not have these Bitter feelings Sabotage the pure memories I have of you But they unfurl In black, acrid clouds Tainting you In a corrupted tar That makes me Want to hate you Continue reading
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Friend or Foe
How peculiar The uncertainty of the bonds We create That those we call friends In a sly twist of fate Become our enemies Or how the ease Of familiar smiles Stiffen with guarded hearts Fencing true feelings Frissons of distrust Prickling our spines How peculiar Or is it sad That in the most difficult hours Continue reading
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Mirror Image
I fear the shrewd gaze Through the looking glass Bearing my reflection With unapologetic disdain Unveiling the true image Hidden ‘neath flesh and bones There is no magic mirror Polished with rosed shine To show the unflawed me A perfect self But a formless darkness Stares back With cold crimson orbs Glinting ominous light And Continue reading
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Broken Vessel
It’s not enough Will never be enough Her heart is a fissured vessel Unable to contain The emotional flood Bursting from her chest Splashing angry and desperate From bruised lips In volcanic streams Upon thin pages Burning through paper flesh and bone An irrevocable destruction Of her only reserve Over uncontrollable feelings Continue reading
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Wonderland Fantasy
A calico cat visited her, perched on her window sill, after the first rain of summer. When the night air was dewy with petrichor and all was still beneath the tender light of the moon. Its jade eyes were wide with an invitation to join it beyond her window for an adventure. And without a Continue reading
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