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It was hidden in the depths of her eyes, The boiling rage, and the stifled cries Dark, and demonic, they stare into night- Shrouded in beauty, here the pain resides. Cursed, tormented- neurons fire, innards burn Immolation, invisible, at fate’s … Continue reading
There’s a lump in my throat… a real, tangible thing with proper dimensions in the physical world, blocking my airway, suffocating me. Once it used to be just the leaden weight in the pit of my stomach. Now it has spread … Continue reading
A little while back… Things were moving back to normal, that is if you could call the aberrant, the unlikely that kept occurring on a habitual basis ‘normal’. But they were indeed moving back to what they were. Somewhat. There … Continue reading
Note: This is a part of a series that I call “Chapters” because even if I cannot write a novel, I sure can tell a story in parts. While the story, the setting and the characters are entirely fiction, the … Continue reading
The thoughts get jumbled, wired and mixed up with the emotions of the moment. How could you ask me to be objective? Happiness spurred me on, bitterness deterred me while anger rushed me towards retribution. It was the lies, the … Continue reading
Picture courtesy Sometimes you simply can’t give up, unable to stop thinking that tomorrow will be a better day! Faith is bruised, convictions are dashed but the stubborn hope lives on. Unable to walk away, thinking the story is not … Continue reading
Losing you wasn’t an option, it was predestined. Like the gleaming sand that slowly seeps through the clenched fingers in a tight fist gone numb, I knew that I would never be ready for it, not now, not today, not … Continue reading
That I could call heartbreak a disappointment told me that all wasn’t lost. That even as I lay amongst heaps of the broken shards, I held on to that power of becoming whole one day. That there was a stronger … Continue reading
The irony of it was that it was I who heralded the beginning of the end. It was an end that was inevitable, written and rewritten hundreds and thousands of times before we had even existed. The path could have been anything but … Continue reading