Desperate Captive
By JB rho
Grabbing desperately at straws, thoughts come in a trickle of shadows that melt if held too tight. Fiery pain blossoms then congeals into a speckled cluster of steaming syrupy liquid that surreptitiously seeps into half-healed, open wounds. Inadvertent cracks form along surface of stone heart weakening Soul's resolve. Humiliation gnaws relentlessly with dull fangs at possibility of torturous, merciful end to pain. Intermittent drops of comfort, wisdom, happiness pelt window into mind leisurely tormenting captive spirit.I just don't know about this one... Written February 15th, 2002 © on Feb 15 2002 01:22 PM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"Grabbing desperately at straws,..."