Impulse Reality 096

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· 5 years ago

  

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	Young lips bleed glossy pale-pink cries, yet no one hears her  
whispering sobs.  A vintage lavender skirt wraps her cheap discontentment  
up like a wire ribbon around a broken gift.  Reluctantly, she shuts her  
blood-shot eyes and is blinded by the memories that invade her feeble mind.  
Taking in the stolen past of grins and giggles, she holds fast to it.  She  
scrubs at her pain, but soap suds and disinfectant never could wash away the  
tears like her first love.    

	Bruised sweater buttons and ribs, all purple and sore, break under  
the heavy void, giving way to a new piercing penetration.  Too weak to see  
straight, she tries to amputate her soul, in hopes it will get rid of some of 
the dead weight (but it doesn't).  She tucks away her once happy smile that  
cut through her face.  Now she paints the silence with cherry-chapstick,  
thinking that nobody will notice (but they do, they all do).  Desperately she 
chases after empty pleasure, finding nothing more than downcast glares upon  
her thoughtless head.  She envelops herself inside herself, never letting  
anyone see more than skin deep.  

				She is alone.  

	Then hope comes, in the form of another.  He knows he could love her  
(and she does too).  He warms her.  She finds safety in his arms.  Together  
they teach each other.  They grow.  The search is over, what she was trying  
to find all along, has found her.  She feels he is the only thing that fills  
her up, makes her whole... and maybe because she knows it is mutual is the  
reason why she loves him more and more with each slow passing day...  

	For the first time she utters, "I love you," and comprehends the  
depth of it all.  

 
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