The Danse

April 22, 2011
By Stitches SILVER, Douglasville, Georgia
Stitches SILVER, Douglasville, Georgia
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A macabre dance
Bodies longing to embrace
But there is no relief
From the crimson stories
Haunting our separate fates.
Suddenly twisting together
In a cruel game,
The like nothing I
Have ever felt before…
A hungry wave of searing heat
The feeling of being torn apart…
Eyes’ searching for solace
In emptiness,
Full of so much despair
It freezes, darting in
And out of blue veins of frigid blood.
Those crimson lies that burn a different tale
Every time they are shed…
How I long to be free of them.

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