I saw vicious red, not with my eyes
It coursed through my head
Felt as if my brain would explode --- Overload
It began with the words bitch and whore
I laid crumpled on the floor
As red raged through my head
Days dragged, blow by blow
Languish, so painfully slow
Bones broke, eardrums burst
Still hadn’t encountered the worst
As red raged through my head
It was the love spat back in my face
The hope dying with each false embrace
Facing what could never be
That tore the heart right out of me
Now red will rage eternally
About the Creator
rita lynn
I am in some ways found, but mostly lost. People perplex me, but animals very simply give me happiness. I keep hoping for a better world in which people treat each other kinder. And it upsets me that it's not happening.
In The Blink of Her Eye
Time itself bent and morphed, allowing Shannon the precious seconds needed to see and adjust to the disaster unfolding in front of her. Each frame showed minute details she would have missed had the clock not slowed down until she heard every click of the hands as they swept toward the end of everything. If only she was being melodramatic...
By Lisa VanGalen5 days ago in Fiction
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