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The iciness of his words couldn't have hurt more had he taken the icicle from the overhang of my roof and stabbed me clean through to this heart of mine. Rigid and unforgiving his breath spewed from his tongued mouth forcing me to step back and wince for so often the stench he breathes brings harm to my soul and wrecks havoc on the pieces of me that once were whole. 'Tis only a memory now-- but still, late at night it comes back, haunting me taunting my senses making me feel as though I should flee-- but where to go? who to turn to now? he's locked away-- but still... those words, his evil has a grip on me somehow...
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Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 1:10 AM UTC
Night Memories and Fears
The iciness of his words couldn't have hurt more had he taken the icicle from the overhang of my roof and stabbed me clean through to this heart of mine. Rigid and unforgiving his breath spewed from his tongued mouth forcing me to step back and wince for so often the stench he breathes brings harm to my soul and wrecks havoc on the pieces of me that once were whole. 'Tis only a memory now-- but still, late at night it comes back, haunting me taunting my senses making me feel as though I should flee-- but where to go? who to turn to now? he's locked away-- but still... those words, his evil has a grip on me somehow...
will i ever see daylight again?
#fear#heart#abuse#hurt#evil#soul#unforgiving
ami-shae
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Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 1:10 AM UTC
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