Submissions by kufitar

Do you dare to crack the door open?

Attraction will float in like mist

Passion follows

It leaves muddy trail all over the floor

And when it leaves all you have is its dirty laundry

In every room of your house

Silence, my trusted friend, thanks for visiting me again.

I missed you.

My heart has been too heavy of noise. My soul needs to hear itself.

I’m tired of conversations of nothing for just to have a conversation.

I have no need to fill the air with words when there is nothing significant to say.

Isn’t it the moment of silence that makes us to decide whether to touch someone for the first time or not? There is a little silence before the first kiss. Without that short moment we would miss our opportunities to truly connect with each other.
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Finally all the shadows have fall down and I can quietly close the door behind me.
 
The door I will never open again!

My toes are broken and I have no shoes, it is November and no time to lose.
 
I can’t feel my arm; I see it is still there,
but there is no luxury for care, I have to move.

Bloody fingers clench in tight fist to prevent them for bleeding more
souvenir from the knife I had not seen before.

My mind is determine, I am full rage!
 
Though I still can’t believe I can walk out of this cage.
 
A mile to my...

She doesn't have to see him to sense his presence.

Fragile beginnings, only a thought quickly flickering by,
but so obvious she’s afraid it will show, a tense sensation creeping in.

Would it be a blessing or sin?

Unembellished, primitive yearning
warmth of his skin.
just a careless light touch,
sends a jolt through her chest,
makes her head spin.
She’s in arrest, she has to be obsessed!

It cripples her.

Blurs her thinking and paralyzes her speech driving her to a personal breach.

The need to feel him has become...