Scorching.
Burning embers.
Melting bodies...
Molding bones.
Write the pain..
Make the nightmares...into pretty words.
Run from the dark....to the table side lamp.
Morph the disability into an ability. Take the tools, and.put them to work.
Shape the bleeding souls...into painted flowers, make them beautiful.
Not like perfume on a casket, but like a graveyard at dawn.
Take that broke, hideous, rage....and melt it into a written delicacy.
Bitter and dry veins...
Granting brittle, crimson liquid..
Ink the terror..
Terrorize the page.
Pain is beauty....
Beauty is pain..
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Author:
Eclisse 🌙 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 8th, 2023 01:15
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Yes, it helps, I'm sure. We've written it down, got it out of our minds, as it were, even if it's not gone away completely instantly.
Loved this and especially can see the graveyard at dawn.... it's beautiful image..........
Thank you, in all honesty this is the style of which I'm most versed in for writing.
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