She plunged the dagger
into the darkness.
It seeped right through her
and allowed the spiral cords
to tie her down.
The first thing she felt was cold.
The coldest frigid chill she had ever felt.
It washed over her like a tidal wave,
but she felt an immediate release
and opened her eyes...
to a replica of her past life.
So similar,
yet so different.
It was as if she had been reborn.
Once again...
over and over again...
For the rest of her life,
she'd been stuck—
between life and death
of what lies beneath and beyond
a state of mind
she cannot seem to comprehend.
Ever so dazed,
she'll never get to see
her story end.
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Author:
Violet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 1st, 2025 06:16
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Comments2
Real or metaphoric is the question. A wonderful write that poses the question of although life is temporal do we ever get to see our end. Thought provoking
You are absolutely right, thank you so much!!
An very interesting and thought provoking write, enjoyed the read
Thank you!!
You are very welcome
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