She is crystal-dust, refined and delicately-sculpted in the image of air. Her eyes brim with mocha stars, and her skin is sweet, the finest chardonnay; it is an acquired taste, but he is insatiable, a sponge swallowing the intoxicating sound of his name on her lips as tears take solace in her honey-coloured hair.
He is amethyst, a chaotic miasma crushing her brittle lungs with angst as their tongues dance violently through sickened sunlight. His breath leaves fractures along her spine, and sometimes she wishes he were easier to love, but she knows that anything worth having is painful.
"So... Why wasn't I enough to take the pain away?"
She already has the answer, but she doesn't want to hear it. His words are needles, scratching at her rose-petal heart like fingernails on a chalkboard, and cinnamon-tears burn her eye-sockets as she takes his hand, trying to decipher the hieroglyphs scrawled upon his wrist in purple ink. There is not enough love in him for both her and the razor anymore, and she wishes that her kisses could hurt, so bitter and beautiful as the cold steel's embrace, for only then would he crave her as he does pain.
"So, you're admitting it?"
He is silent, letting her words seep through layers of blood and lace as the truth hangs overhead like an ugly bruise. Fear surges through clotted veins, every artery infected with regret, but he swallows his pride; after all, he loves her too much to pretend it's not killing him.
"You can never be my blade."
The words sound much emptier out-loud, and she longs to fill schisms in the air with infinite wisdom, but every breath only amplifies the throbbing in her chest as he bows his head in shame. It cuts her like a thousand rusty knives, but she presses her lips to his and whispers something about forever, hoping for a happily-ever-after.
Author notes
Only my third prose. It probably still sucks, so if anything sounds weird, please let me know.
Like you, I love the colour purple. I associate it with fear and sadness, so I just wrote what felt right. I guess it's an extended version of this one. I don't usually write anything this long, but I just did what my stupid muse told me to do... Hmmm, now it's telling me to eat you... Lol 
Based on le novel, as always 
Published to AP on Feb.16, 2009; my 22nd birthday 
In a list
A contest entry
- Speak in Violet by xmiasmatik.
700 points, ended March 6, 19 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Rounds! Tears of Blood and Ink by ladyhelenaofsorrows.
700 points, ended February 22, 39 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Purple: by baconlicious112.
500 points, ended April 24, 32 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - favorites only; send me your prewrites by winterbound..
360 points, ended December 1, 72 entries
• next poem in this contest, • Add to finalists list, or remove from contest
Fluff is great, but it really doesn't help; honesty is the best policy.
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Wow. I absolutely loved this. Thanks so much for entering.
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An emotionally riveting piece that draws the reader in. Your use of magnificent imagery gives the reader's mind something to grab hold of
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I love this so much. It's beautiful. Congratulations on the gold. This is probably the best prose piece I've ever read, for both the words, which flow very smoothly and beautifully, and the subject matter. I can't tell you how happy it made me that it was about self-injury... and I don't know why. It's just something I'm very ... interested in? No, that's not the right word. But you get the idea.
I'm still just in shock at how great it was. ^.^ Excuse incomprehensible writing; I'm tired and seem to not be able to form more thoughts than "I love this." I'm sorry that I have no ideas on how to improve it.. I'll think about it for awhile, maybe think of something.
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I know exactly what you mean. Heh. It's a subject that's always intrigued me, for the sheer psychology behind it is fascinating... Or maybe it's just because I've never done it myself. I don't know. Anyway, thank you for reading & for your kind words
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oh i do like it. I actually wonder if thats what he really feels (you know what im talking about) I dont want to make him feel that bad
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Absolutely lovely, and very sad. I loved it! kind of hard to describe.. Thank you so much for entering, I'm adding you to the finalists' list.
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Happy belated birthday, darling! This is brilliant! Such a beautiful way with words! Thanks for entering my contest. Good luck. It’s an honor to have you show your work here!
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WAO. Epically epic man.
You used my FAVORITE word EVER. "miasma"
And the description, the story...just remarkable.
Nothing negative really, since I'm not an expert on prose.
Thanks for the entry!
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wow
This is a incredible piece of work, wonderful flow of words. Wow dark love. Layers of blood and lace, that line gets me. Very much a pleasure to read.
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I think this is amazing, a gorgeous aura of dark love. Beauty on the page! My only gripe, is the use of "fingernails on a chalkboard" it is too cliche for the original tone and heart of this piece. Everything else, everthing! is smart, edgy, and fresh! Geo
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Honestly, this is a great piece of writing, I can find nothing to suggest or correct, perhaps that is because I was caught up in it, which itself is a very good thing, but I've checked it twice and can come up with nothing but honest applause, which I hope is good enough for you. I also hope you intend to finish the story and then publish it some day. Very impressive work and I'm not that easy to impress. :-)
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Such beautiful melancholy.
I know fluff doesn't help, but I have absolutely nothing to point out, other than that this is absolutely amazing, sis.
Good luck.
Love<3,
Zach
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