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Sunday, June 6, 2010

Broken Shards of Glass

[photo © by shalora via. deviantART]
Broken glass under my bare feet, cutting through my flesh like sharp knives. They are dreams. Broken dreams that have died in my heart of fire and ice.

My feet are cuts and scratches. Blood of mahogany seeping through the window-panes. The cuts deepen.
The colours darken around me, engulfing me into a black abyss of silence.
Broken glass under my bare feet, cutting though my flesh.
Yet, the world keeps spinning on and on.

2 comments:

♫ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♫ ayu ♫ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♫ said...

the last two lines are nice..i just love dark short stories like this..the emotions are deep..

i love the repetition..of "Broken glass under my bare feet, cutting through my flesh"..it makes impact to the story..^^

(p.s. check out my latest post if you have time,,.thanks :3)

S and O said...

so haunting yet beautifully written...what a mesmerizing post, that's an awesome picture too :)

xoxo
Olivia

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