Draconian claws of yesteryear horror
slowly crawled back in her life
and like the shadows of some silhouette nights
it crept inch by inch
covering her velvety skin
with the charcoal soot of the past yore
Her hollow eyes lay insentient
blurred with the error of cracked dreams
and the gore of her shattered hope
gushed in abundance
painting her countenance pale
Faith was sucked out of her soul
and all that remained was a cold quiescent azoic
will she ever revive?
maybe, if she could break the mold
to escape the fright of past
drawing a moat or a fosse
around her deviant heart
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Superb one…
ouch, really graphic and creepy metaphors … she is suffering!
lol. Thanks for reading
Thanks so much for your kind words
sorry can’t say my pleasure … 😎
No worries. Not all words are meant to be liked
oh your writing is great in that it did bring out a strong reaction, well done!
Thanks so much. I love the candor. 🌸🌸
This is indeed graphic. There are so many hidden metaphors. Could it be that she is using the suffering that she has overcome, to bare witness to another. The willingness to share with others. Reach back tell the untold stories of the past.
In hopes of helping someone else. Break and change the trajectory of current and future generations.
-Yonnie
“drawing a moat or a fosse
around her deviant heart” – easier said than done.
You read it so beautifully. I always like reader’s interpretation. Thanks so much for doing that
Yeah. But I am hoping not impossible
Shantanu wow…I always like reader’s interruptions… yet I make up stories.
Is this for a laugh 😂.
No, I didn’t interrupt this correctly. It actually is just as you said, a story which I copied and pasted the wrong story.
She claimed to be an aficionado of life,
Had tall tales for every occasion,
Stealing every show,
Was what she always strived…
It goes on Shantanu…???
Breaking News…
Smiles. Thanks so much for all your beautiful thoughts and words. I always appreciate it
Once one falls victim to the demons, escape is truly up to them. Can they fill the hole faster than they are digging? Love the cliffhanger my friend, a very descriptive battle.
You are most welcome. Thanks for your kind words.
Thanks so much for your beautiful read and such a lovely comment
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You have aptly described the fear of the past which grips our heart and soul.
Thanks so much my dear friend
most welcome!
🌸😊
My pleasure my friend, always love your passionate work.
Feeling is absolutely mutual 🌸🌸
You’re welcome Shantanu 😁😁
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