Stolen Images
By Phred
Stolen images tiny fragments of vision patterns of color and shape coming together, falling apart muffled noises under the haze a cry, a piercing note the scent of cinnamon a whiff of your perfume the touch of silk against skin only unsure of where I am underwater, in the darkness of my mind.... breaking the surface dragged down by my own demons my own undoing a personal disintegration I feel the splinters pulling away leaving only vague sensations: stolen images remembered scents soft caresses plaintive cries of hope..... Written November 6th, 2001 © on Nov 06 2001 01:21 PM PST 0 • 10
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