A foul smell emits from the depths of painful memories,
and I sense a change in the air of my chaotic life.
Angry tears collect behind closed eyelids
becoming my well of despair and torment.
My hands reach out for a second of affection
yet, no one offers an escape from my world.
I am to survive on my own,
but how does one accomplish this?
Bearing my teeth and hatred fueling my drive;
I sink into my dark hour to become a new life source.
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10 lines
Prompt: Gargabe
A contest entry
- Quickie by Noir mariposa...x.
750 points, ended February 24, 7 entries
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What to do in an insane world?
Comments
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"My hands reach out for a second of affection
yet, no one offers an escape from my world."
That has got to be one of the sadest lines I've come across
Very well written, It thank you for sharing.
Claire x
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