dixie travels through me
like arrows fletched with angels wings
she does not break stride
as i, i fall in helpless terror to my knees
to have been so pierced by her affections
and yet, my heart is breaking
breaking with the prospect of the loss of she,
she that wakes the most
ensorcelled part of me
these tears, they course like unchecked horses
and dixie, dixie does not stand untouched
...not this time
her face contorts,
with the effort she wills from within herself
to not tremble
to not die
and still she will not falter
but fights, at the least,
for me
for two hearts,
like paper dolls,
fragile and enchained.
\nyx....
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Comments
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I like how you repeat words in such a profound and interesting way
love this raw write.
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Few, these days, would know the meaning of "ensorcelled," like so many others it seems to be one of those lost words -- the loss of which may leave the world a lesser place.
You have created some fine imagery and you have a unique style of expression. I love the final image of the paper dolls . . . delicate and easily separated. Excellent.
Garrison
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