The heart was no
place to leave the blades piercing her soul, slicing her flesh, as the
resounding sound of madness echoed throughout her head. His footsteps hardened into the distance. His betrayal left and then carried out with the tide. She
collected every sharp knife in the house, and threw each, individually, into the
sea. One knife, one blade, one life, as seaweed attached itself to her lost
hope, and the turning, of yet, another page in her story. The salt from the
ocean lay like bitter tonic water on her tongue, as sea salt spray washed over
her face in acknowledgment of one abandoned fallen tear. When love ends, what
exactly does that look like?
Her naked body clambering up onto the rocks, breasts exposed to the sun. She had thought about the valley of desolation, the narrow path of life that had plunged her to these gorges, the crack in the earth's crust she had fallen prey to. She had tried to back away, but bruised and blistered, she always threw herself back to the caldron of boiling water that held her secret...in the mirror, the unrelenting identical she could not escape from...the turquoise pool of water she often leaped to...diamonds around her neck, she now dropped them down the sewer. She dropped the ice of him. The night I was torn from the pages of your life, you thought you left, but really, I had already left you. Snow was falling from the sky that night, winter was always the hardest season.....it left tracks in the snow...that became so hard to forget, as they pressed like ice into frozen memory....
Her naked body clambering up onto the rocks, breasts exposed to the sun. She had thought about the valley of desolation, the narrow path of life that had plunged her to these gorges, the crack in the earth's crust she had fallen prey to. She had tried to back away, but bruised and blistered, she always threw herself back to the caldron of boiling water that held her secret...in the mirror, the unrelenting identical she could not escape from...the turquoise pool of water she often leaped to...diamonds around her neck, she now dropped them down the sewer. She dropped the ice of him. The night I was torn from the pages of your life, you thought you left, but really, I had already left you. Snow was falling from the sky that night, winter was always the hardest season.....it left tracks in the snow...that became so hard to forget, as they pressed like ice into frozen memory....
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