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It hurts here
she said,
tiny fingers
in vice grip,
trembled white,
clenched to her chest.
here?
Gasping brown eyes
hissed!
Brimmed,
vibrated shame,
shuddered fear.
It screams here,
recoil and rock
as arms clasp
above head,
demeanor fetal,
fatal expression
of pained echo
resounded,
freckled skin chafed
by tears bled.
You left me!
I hate you!
I hate you…
beating bellows
into my heart
as I tried to hold,
to contain,
to absorb
her perfidy
of feeling safe.
geez echoes.. . . . I have read this three times now and each time I find something new and unexpected. How can you weave so much depth and meaning into such sharp clipped phrased. This is masterful!
perhaps it is an old pen writing, that has too much to say...sighs. To which I really have no answer too. Thank you TDS.
*sigh* wish I could spiral in the same space as you, sweets. How beautiful you do with words. Are you - what is that thing called, where you hear the sound of colours, see the colour of words, can't remember the name. But you bring different senses together, "Gasping brown eyes" is just an example, I think that is how you create such powerful imagery and emotion in your work.
Synaesthesia. You are in the same space moptop, we all share space.
Thank you hon.
hugs