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.
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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"Waiting for the loveless morning to appear" How do you know it will be 'loveless'? Yes, we will get hurt, but we also heal!
because there was no love in the morning and I felt/feel so far from the arduous process of healing
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