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Delu-icide
She sobs. A deep guttural gasp comes from the shaking outline of her body bundled up, bruised & blessed, beneath the blankets.
He lights another cigarette, before asking another question she’d already answered moments before. Weeks before, months before that & the year that had passed.
His anger only makes her anxious. And they both know she has not taken a proper breathe since…
She whispers, vocal chords croaking under the weight of her sadness, ‘Lately, I’ve recalled a fond adoration for this ending, the one labelled SUICIDE’
He scoffs, “You’re delusional.”
She exhales, her heart has taken enough beatings for one evening
Published 20th Jul 2014
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22nd Jul 2014 3:36pm
Vivid picture painted here. I like how you combined delusional and suicide to form the title word; creative. It's nice to see some fresh, new work from you!
23rd Jul 2014 9:08am
thank you kindly mr avery, & yes I'm finally feeling that creative spark tugging at my seams again. Have written a few pieces over past year which are yet to make it onljne, just not happy with any yet. Your words of encouragement, as always, are appreciated.
Love, light & luck
Xx
Love, light & luck
Xx
