Unnecessary Deliverance
Seeing the edge; walking over to it to look down. There among the shadows is the spiky end. Hurt, shock, and permanence lie there. You know you shouldn’t, but the feeling of flying, the feeling of the breeze on your naked flesh is too great a beacon. Can’t hide from the temptation. Can’t will the pounding away, the flutters away. It takes over your thoughts like a cancer. One small moment of immense pleasure might be worth the catastrophe. You know it is wrong. You know it’s horrible. You know you will do it.
posted by Scarlet Sphinx at 1:15 PM
3 Comments:
I love this... you write alot of really good stuff. REALLY good stuff.
And of course the shoes are fuck-me accessories, but the glasses are rockstar.
This is what I've got in my mind: the heels with the roses on them OR shiny combat-style kickass boots, my vinyl pants, one of my corsets, a sexy fedora style hat, the rockstar glasses, a big beaded choker, and maybe some wrist-length gloves (maybe even fingerless, because I have a mad love of them). All right, I have shared my vision, I'll let you be.
beautifully expressive. thank you for sharing with us.
close my eyes
they flutter open again
louder, louder
rhythm mixed in maelstrom
voice in head struggling
stirring heart denizen
make them stop
awaken
joyful laughter
like silence 'pon the soul
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