I'm the water turning to steam.
boiling subsides a double edged sword
inject it with a huge shot of kryptonite in my ears
death-knell; I wade in human gore
flying through the regions of the damned of lost souls
pouring holy water on demon's wings
scratching until we bleed with pain
as we rise and stiffen
gasping for a few drops of water in a sea of blood.
into her mouth through the skull.
slapping her hard, till her head spins into
spitting darts within her mouth
screeching for life like nails scrapping a chalk board
the scream of a baby screaming into a melody
oozed a compressed sound with knuckles into my mouth
overloading my senses, nearly blanking me out.
through the blood-stained dungeons like a runaway hearse on a mad ride
Which falls so wild on this startled ear
explosion within the personality
a rage against the machine...
Author notes
There were other ways to solve the problem. She really just wanted to prove or disprove a piece of advice she'd heard, to see if it really worked. Or maybe she's grouchy because she finally took the plunge to quit smoking, hasn't had a cigarette in four days, and is already on edge because she's still trying to lose more weight too. If she can't smoke and can't munch, well....
She says rules are necessary, but she hates it when people follow policy just for policy's sake, no flexibility. As an extreme example: there's a toddler standing in the middle of the street. Don't go get that toddler, because it's against the law to jaywalk. So the teller had already set bells off in her head with that word, policy.
Comments
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a complex write, great images... very well written in the aspects of her struggles..
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The images were a bit intense, or maybe for me...
But then I read your note there and things kinda became clearer, I must say you have much creativity ....Nice write !
~Kimberly~
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