Shadow Flame

A Boy With Roses

In my fortress I watch the candle flicker. Butterflies gather on the buddleia, dark circles under the eyes. I have made way into this hollow forgiveness, the bells ringing out. This is the worst pain I have felt in my life, burning away, making me crazy. Sometimes I get the urge to cut out my organs, in hopes I can remove the pain buried deep inside of me, but I can never find a way of doing it appropriately, bloodlessly, painlessly. Unable to sleep I look out the window into the unlimited void, waiting for the loveless morning to appear. Each breath hurts, as I get impatient, in silence and darkness. The night is an old friend.

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 25th, 2021 23:20
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • FredPeyer

    "Waiting for the loveless morning to appear" How do you know it will be 'loveless'? Yes, we will get hurt, but we also heal!

    • A Boy With Roses

      because there was no love in the morning and I felt/feel so far from the arduous process of healing



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