Shades of you blend into me like our spirits blending in the bottom of the sea. We pass through each other like northern lights and touch the very essence of love. I want the sun to shine in your honor; I want the moon to copy your brightness. I see my future when I look into your eyes; you are everything I’d hope you’d be. My beating heart, each breath I take, the twinkle in my eyes, my pillow at night. Our spirits were born to unite together, to dance in the beauty of inseparableness.
You’ve woven a hem inside my heart, that flows love blood from your tender embrace. This is a journey that no one takes but you. I’ve discovered a place that I am free; it’s inside of you that I’ve relinquished my defenses, thus allowing your divinity to resuscitate my will.
We blend together like an Indian Summer, fitting perfectly together like hands in a glove. A shade of you blends into me and colors my heart, my mind, body, and soul. With unforgiving nectar thick like honey, your spirit alive is where I will stay. Refined like sugar, shimmering like gold, molding like clay on a hot summer's day.
It’s hard to put into words, the amazing feeling, you’ve instilled deep inside my weary heart. I look into your penetrating eyes, and my passion collides with your emotion. Is there something different about our union? Does it feel like a dream come true to you? This connection that came on all of a sudden, shocked my heart into a new way of beating.
It took a long time for us to unite, it’s like I fell for you in just one night. I feel deep warmth inside of me, which makes me happy and finally complete. We saw each other every day, and never once did I feel this connection. With autumn approaching and the wind turning cold, I feel you deeply rooted, and embedded in my soul.
The thud of my body echos in the room. The impact takes my breathe away. The cold temperature of the floor welcomes me. It brings me back to the surface of reality. My lungs try to draw in air with no success. My gasps are short and empty. I can feel my heart race. It jumps out of my chest.
Before I can recover, I feel the second blow. The sickening noise bounces around room. I know you are just getting started I know it won't be my last.
Your foot connects rapidly with my body. I can feel your toes individually. I can feel the flex that they make against my ribs. Your nails cut my skin like butter.
I can feel the pain spread like a wildfire across my body. The flames sink deep into my core. It shows me no mercy, as it scorches my body. With each lick of pain, my screams increase.
My screams are a melody to your ears. They mix well with the chorus of your yelling. Everything blends with the bass of my body. The song encourages you speed up the rhythm.
Eventually time seems to stop. The world becomes silent. The picture frame begins to blur. Darkness has chosen to draw the final curtain.
She grabs her by the neck And I can see it unfold She never stood a chance Her body slams to the ground She gasps upon impact Blood running from her mouth red as her hair
She reaches up Unclear if as an act of pleading or anger But a figure dressed dark as night rips her off the ground Only to slam her down again
This time she lets out an unearthly moan She spits blood onto the pavement It glistens in the sun A puddle of color against the blacktop
The figure grabs her again and drags her by her hair Her lips quivering She puts her arms below her And as she pushes to lift herself up another blow The dark figure kicks her in the side of the head She falls to the ground A sharp kick in the rips and she spits blood once again
She looks up pleading with her eyes Scrapes cover her face with streaks of red The tears are streaming down but she does not cry out Another blow to the ribs and she doubles down Using her hands over her head she attempts to protect herself
Finally relenting the dark figure stops the kicking She lay broken and quivering unable to face it It begins to scream And when she turns away it grabs her face to face the lingual horrors
When I see her face next it's only a glance But her eyes seem empty now Glazed over and lifeless The figure picks her up again
She makes no sound this time as she hits the ground For a moment it seems as though she will try to rise up The figure stands over her watching But she doesn't move