In touch

The sky is a delicate pink all along its edges, changing softly and suddenly to deep blue and dark grey a while away where the clouds look ready to lighten their load. In the distance a forest grumbles thoughtfully, concealing a winding path that crawls up and over the mountain, I will get there eventually. Following the road, the sound of people moving in the direction I sense is right. I wish I could see it, my under self can when she tunes in. I sense it, the colour, the truth in things here. I trip and fall, cheek to the stones and lay quietly. Too tired and beaten to move yet. My bones ache, I long for my eyes. Pull my rags tight to my chest
where my hands sink into the hole he left. Last time, when he pushed me down and cut out my heart for
 breaking hers. Laughing at how it’s this world that’s real, above. And I couldn’t see him, but I knew him. And I was ashamed as he leered at my secrets and cut chunks from my thighs   

Reviews

[caesarkreshen]

I see why you enjoy my writing. It seems our brains work similarly.

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. beautifully poignant ... an intense journey ... "I wish I could see it, my under self can when she tunes in." ... is my favourite line ... i wish so too ...

[John Stussy]

Love the imagery in this one, the intro is vivid and keeps getting stronger throughout. I'm sorry that your words were born from pain, but the story told is strong and beautiful in a sad way. I hold hope for you as always my friend. Rather than going through dusk, some day you'll live dawn.