I froze when I saw his hands where mine should be; caressing
Like a winter morning, he was cold. Like a wind whistling
Cold he was, but every touch left a streak of glaring heat upon her skin.
November bites, December gnaws; neither match the dully dead
emotion that begins to rise, a taste of blood and bile
The writhing stench of deeds best left in a dark past
blinds me as it controls with a disembodying numbness.
Self control being a lost memory
Lost like the life that once was there.
In his still-open eyes I see the emptiness inside of me
and inside of me is where i hide, nothing is there, no one to find me; my place of hiding.
Shut away, behind lock - there is no key - my guilt, my consciousness
My rage running hot, but frozen. All is frozen, still, unreal.
But... it is real ... What have I done??
I stare through the flickering pictures, it flashes again across my eyes,
Painted portraits, memories, held back, too long denied
Shattered before this mirror I stand, willing the want away
He used to call me his bright red star; now, I will swallow him whole.Written by us all, hosted by =
VertigoArt. The last line is my own.

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Writers Block is my Arch Nemesis. It is Evil, and must be Destroyed.
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゙(゚、 。 7 Kitteh!
l、゙ ~ヽ
じしf_, )ノ
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I entered literary life as a meteor, and I shall leave it like a thunderbolt.
- Guy de Maupassant
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Writers Block is my Arch Nemesis. It is Evil, and must be Destroyed.
/l、
゙(゚、 。 7 Kitteh!
l、゙ ~ヽ
じしf_, )ノ
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i'm the cupcake your lunch lady warned you about
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Igne natura rennavator integra.....
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I entered literary life as a meteor, and I shall leave it like a thunderbolt.
- Guy de Maupassant
Read my journal.
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Igne natura rennavator integra.....
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Most gods throw dice, but Fate plays chess, and you don't find out til too late that he's been playing with two queens all along.
~Terry Pratchett
Now watch closely, everyone. I'm going to show you how to kill a god.
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the world is flat; &so are we (everyone a kerouac)
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