Benumbed

 
I cry out in my sorrow. For my love is my sorrow and my sorrow, is my love .
I dance in this bittersweet. I swim through the locks so jagged and cold. Frozen cracks and dips and sharp buoyant daggers. The chilled flow caresses me like a heartless lover, with hands made of needles and blades. Stroking me softly with gentle brutality. Coldly gaining entrance to my hollow, an invisible hand you cannot push away. Swimming in the frozen locks, just trying to catch my breath. It stings in my chest and I start to sink and falter. Drowning slowly. This aqueous force over my mouth, forcing its way down my throat. Like a cold cruel lover, taking what they need and then throwing you away.

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9 thoughts on “Benumbed

  1. Looks like u caught the moron of the day! Garbage pot? English much? Anyways, this is beautiful…I could say more but I can't find words

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