I can almost still hear you whisper.
Your breath sunned my misery. I loved to feel the warm air coming out of your throat, warm with life an passion. No one could find anything wrong with the words you spoke, and neither could I.
But your voice could not calm the madness in my mind.
You were perfect. I looked at you and saw the shadow of an angel. I knew instantly that you didn't belong on the earth, in this dark world. The world here is dark and I was born here, born fom the darkness, to live in an evil world. But you were different. You were born elsewhere.
Then, I couldn't stand to hear your voice anymore, not in this miserable and imperfect world. I watched your eyes close for the last time, forever. Satisfaction came with that, and then calm.
I didn't kill you, my darling. I only set you free.
A contest entry
- PIF - Send me some prose by apoeticinjustice.
450 points, ended May 1, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Enter All Your Personal Writes Here (Part IV) by xxRainbowDawnxx.
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Comments
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This is so tragic, but beautiful at the same time. Do I scream, or do I cry? I do not know.
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you've created a nice piece here, filled with a certain amount of suspense and intrigue. Well done.
Rory
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Immensely enjoyed by this reader.
You had me from the very first line.
I wish you the best in the contest.
WW
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