Secret Struggle
Relapse
Soft steps, silent screams, songful sorrows.
Sleeping soul's sibilant sighs sanctify senses.
Stealthy snakes stalking sobriety, stealing sanity.
Sinister shadows seizing sacred sacrifices.
Safety stolen, scalded skin, shattered shelter.
Stilted speech, savage shaking, salvaged satisfaction.
So Sorry.
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Sadie Cole
"Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality."
-Edgar Allan Poe
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The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author7 days ago in Fiction
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The meaning can be interpreted different ways .. very thought provoking. Good job Miss Sarah!
amazing diction <3
The alliteration's great, but it's the consonance that really makes this poem rock. Nice work there, Sarah!