Vicious Freedom, Exquisite PossessionA Poem by Cyndi GoodgameTo be possessed is honorable, but to be possessively treated is a beast altogether different. From one of my upcoming werewolf novels.Defined by sight emotion can be the way we tell others we’re beyond free. I could see his levels before even he for red was for hurt and black was for me. Not against my being but against his own fear that if I were taken he’d lose something dear. Once exquisite in sight his endearment did seem I was flattered by attention until the first rouged stain. Of course, this is as he said how he excused his reactions for when anyone neared red was his ruinous action. So when the day came that black was near I found my way to the place he himself feared to a safe laden light where the only possession was my only dear fright. My nightmares come back when I wake in the dark for black as the night or as red as the dawn I remember his rage if not my own. He can’t possess what is not his to have if I am hidden away under a different name. Freedom is vicious it corners itself deceives the world and all your health. Never again will I trust a man to hold my heart under a key so framed. For the length of acceptance is far from done but black is now my own harmonious night and red my glorious sun. © 2013 Cyndi GoodgameReviews
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3 Reviews Added on July 19, 2013 Last Updated on July 19, 2013 Tags: love, loss, pain, YA, paranormal, romance, werewolves Author
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