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When he asked her What made her do it, what pushed her to such a dark place The well of excuses she had used a thousand dried up from her lips ground to a halt “It was the only way to feel good, an addiction I couldn't help I needed to do something.” But nothing she said could fix her mistakes Under his loving eyes she squirmed in her nightgown thin fabric hiding the scars of a not so distant past “I don’t understand, why would you hurt yourself so much?” His words hit her and her guilt bubbled up black anger and black words. “It’s not a big deal. It’s over. I’ll never do it again. Keep out of my business.” And the conversation closed. But demons are not so easily slayed and fears, the all consuming darkness, not so easily assuaged. Three weeks he was gone, not to be back till the sixth and yet on the fifth late in the night he came three white roses in hand ruby red lines painted her thighs, guilty tears painted her forced smile Bad timing or good? She knew he would yell He couldn’t understand, wouldn’t understand blame he had yet to lay hands clinched for rejection But he pulled her close suit soaking up the red absorbing her pain clinging to her desperately “I don’t want to lose you.” voice raw with love “I don’t understand, so help me too” It was enough for her. The wall she hand built with such bitter care shattered, she shook crying past temptations away hours wanned, he treated her wounds, wound up with her on white sheets, tangled together, holding her as she spoak Baring her soul to her swain she talked until her voice was raw until the stars faded, and her burden was lighter than she had thought possible And after that night two become closer, every jagged edge known by the other. They lived for each other breathed for another Another time, she could pull herself out of bed she could open her eyes and wonder, with that elusive curiosity, what the day would show her And the darkness of that endless night could not push through the twining of their limbs and the knotting of their souls
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC
laura-gray
Knotting Souls
When he asked her What made her do it, what pushed her to such a dark place The well of excuses she had used a thousand dried up from her lips ground to a halt “It was the only way to feel good, an addiction I couldn't help I needed to do something.” But nothing she said could fix her mistakes Under his loving eyes she squirmed in her nightgown thin fabric hiding the scars of a not so distant past “I don’t understand, why would you hurt yourself so much?” His words hit her and her guilt bubbled up black anger and black words. “It’s not a big deal. It’s over. I’ll never do it again. Keep out of my business.” And the conversation closed. But demons are not so easily slayed and fears, the all consuming darkness, not so easily assuaged. Three weeks he was gone, not to be back till the sixth and yet on the fifth late in the night he came three white roses in hand ruby red lines painted her thighs, guilty tears painted her forced smile Bad timing or good? She knew he would yell He couldn’t understand, wouldn’t understand blame he had yet to lay hands clinched for rejection But he pulled her close suit soaking up the red absorbing her pain clinging to her desperately “I don’t want to lose you.” voice raw with love “I don’t understand, so help me too” It was enough for her. The wall she hand built with such bitter care shattered, she shook crying past temptations away hours wanned, he treated her wounds, wound up with her on white sheets, tangled together, holding her as she spoak Baring her soul to her swain she talked until her voice was raw until the stars faded, and her burden was lighter than she had thought possible And after that night two become closer, every jagged edge known by the other. They lived for each other breathed for another Another time, she could pull herself out of bed she could open her eyes and wonder, with that elusive curiosity, what the day would show her And the darkness of that endless night could not push through the twining of their limbs and the knotting of their souls
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