Black VeinsA Story by littlepoetdreamerA short (short) piece about pain of lossBlack Veins I cannot subtract what is you from what used to be me. You
do not belong to me, but somehow you are everywhere in me, making me belong to
you. And, you do not even know it. Ignorant of the fact that there is only one
you, you think I will move on. As if I ever could; impossible. So deep are the scares
of the lonely night, there is no release. The magnitude of your impact on my
entire being is unfathomable. Like a fable from another existence. Yet, it is
the truth. Naked and without cease, without rest. I might try to kill the
memory, fill the void. Mend. But it makes no difference because you are everywhere,
the memory of what used to be. Running black through my veins is the curse of rumination.
I belong to the realm of melancholy as sure as if it were branded on my skin. Invisible,
yet so entirely defining this bond claws me, seizes me. Paralysing. Undying.
Now, tomorrow, infinitely. © 2015 littlepoetdreamerAuthor's Note
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Added on April 4, 2015 Last Updated on April 4, 2015 Tags: Loss, Pain, Sadness, Heartbreak, Loneliness, Darkness AuthorlittlepoetdreamerLisboa, PortugalAboutMy name is Kristina, I am a 24-year-old, originally Danish, university graduate and writer for London-based ROOMS Magazine: arts uncovered. I am currently based in Lisbon and London. I graduated f.. more..Writing
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