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Random writing
Friday, April 30, 2010
E.R. 8-28-09
My head spins as an invisible force
slams through my torso.
I double over, hand clutched over my stomach
teeth closed around my chapped and cracked lips.
Emergency call, a quick rush, white walls and new sheets.
I hate hospitals.
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Rough waves crash against the walls of my stomach
the onslaught causing sharp pains throughout my torso.
I clench my jaw tightly
and double over.
A barely audible curse
escapes my chapped lips.
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Beautiful Nightmare
My monster
does not want to kill me.
He haunts me;
the memories of him follow me.
Blonde hair,
lean muscle,
green eyes.
He tortures me
simply by repeating those lies.
He lies about love,
about diamonds,
I dos,
and two smaller versions of ourselves.
He lies to me
every night.
I wake up,
a silent screamon my lips.
I am broken.
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Muscles tighten and fists clench.
This playful battle is changed—different.
Our rough housing is no longer innocent.
It has changed—we’ve changed.
No longer are we undefined, lacking form,
no longer are we simply us, simply kids.
No there is something changed,
our blood boils for a new reason.
Bodies tangle, we fight, our motives changed.
The innocence in our fight is lost.
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I still remember how my stomach flipped
when you would hold my hand
and intertwine our fingers.
You were never a lover,
always a friend,
but you should’ve been the other.
If you had been
we would still be us but better,
stronger,
happier.
I wish things were changed
but now it truly is too late.
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