and even though the days have past, she can't help but wipe away the falling tears that come with the night. creeping up on her, she tries to stop,
but it's to late. the memory's too clear.
she has to learn to fight the monster that wakes her fears.
the music box whispers a tune that repeats in her dreams, calling the dark of night back to haunt her.
the unspoken words are left for her to wonder, but she's too scared to even imagine the pain of time. the anger on their faces starts to haze her visions of shapes in the sky.
the once happy girl turns into a nightmare, stuck in the hell of her once happy life. the clock breaks as the time starts molding together.
the shattered glass sits on the ground, awaiting its turn to be helpful. she finds relief in the pain the glass provides as it slides along her scarred skin, piercing the demon shes become.
until there's nothing left, but more unwanted tears and wasted time,
and one life left with the gift of guilt resting on their shoulders,
she'll still see that beast in the mirror.
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Written November 5th, 2006
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Wow gurl. The theme continues ey?
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It's just amazing for me to read this and think back about two years wo what you were writing then. A lot has changed in you and your writing and your thoughts . . . and I'm sure the rest of your life as well. Very creepy stuff here but very imaginative with good descriptions and good word usage. The yakima flash has come a long way - great job!
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Excellent Writing Skills
You are an amazing writer the symmetry of your words are flawless. The imagery of your sorrow is painful to read. You are so young I wish that you could find peace within yourself if this is your self image. God Bless -
a sad piece, thank you for sharing your poetic piece with us, it was an enjoyable read. spill ink and twist me into the crazy shape of love...
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I cant believe no one has commented on this yet!! Its amazing. I was so touched by this.
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