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perfectly.broken.
Contributed by
FleurdeSang
on
Monday, 22nd September 2008 @ 01:27:45 AM in AEST
Topic:
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She was made of melted candy and thorns.
Her hair, a whirlwind of violence and loneliness, iron black, like her obsidian heart. She picked the ones that never said no, because she enjoyed the infinite possibilities. The sun withered when she smiled. A rare occurrence, every half century she’d return and light up the way. She wove dreams into your skin like the blade you cherished in those dead hours, mouth wide open and accepting of the misery she fed you.
Her hands were a slow blur of silk and daggers, claws shredding your soul while she whispered her empty I love yous. You convinced your petty esteem that there was truth in the messages she burned into your screaming flesh, cigarettes wheezing on the floor around you, a plume of smoke in your ruined face as you thanked her for each brand.
She crushes your pathetic wind-pipe because you begged her to, because deep down you know she’d do it regardless. She squashes your every hope because you’ve wasted your life thus far. You weep between her thighs, and she pets you like the broken puppy you are, slowly guiding you to her bounteous well. You sip and choke as she shoves you, takes your breath away, and beats you with a smile.
You relish your marks the next morning with a strangled laugh wrapped in a sob. There is that tiny speck of emptiness you expect every day, that makes you crawl back to her. She welcomes you with a kick in the ribs and a leather strap around your neck. You explode with joy in your silence, your bleeding knees.
You don’t care. Nothing matters, but her adoring hand
destroying you.
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FleurdeSang
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2008-09-22 01:27:45]
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Re: perfectly.broken.
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 22nd September 2008 @ 02:04:47 AM AEST
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Stephy,
It's been too long hun. God, this was intense! You always write with such depth and
emotion. I am perpetually in awe of your talent, girl. This reads like a story of lovely
torment. A pain that we endure because it brings with it the most enchanting and
glorious torture. A torture that we could never truly be alive without. We live,
we breathe, we learn and we just can't wait to get hurt again. (Hopeless we are;
humans, you know?)
And we shall never be free ...
Beautiful piece of prose, sweets. As always. SO nice to you posting. ^_^
*hugs you bunches*
~ Breezy
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Re: perfectly.broken.
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by wizard on
Monday, 22nd September 2008 @ 03:05:27 AM AEST
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nicely done,
wiz |
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Re: perfectly.broken.
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by brownsugar8272 on
Tuesday, 23rd September 2008 @ 02:33:11 AM AEST
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| so true feel this way about my man. So detailed a perfect write keep it up |
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Re: perfectly.broken.
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by navydocny on
Tuesday, 23rd September 2008 @ 12:26:27 PM AEST
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Funny how we want what pushes us away...
You've captured something here...
There is a definite want for torment in our lives....love and its "oddities" sometime supply that.....
Great job,
Keep it up!
Steve |
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Re: perfectly.broken.
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by Loende on
Tuesday, 23rd September 2008 @ 02:30:53 PM AEST
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Well, yeah...sheesh...
We destroy as we are destroyed and it is both a light and dark mirror of self. There was a lot of truth in this and it caught at me, dragged me in. Job very well done.
Be well,
Loende |
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Re: perfectly.broken.
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 12th March 2009 @ 03:25:06 PM AEST
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I am very impressed! You have captured one aspect of the true spirit of this type of relationship.
Still, I wonder....the addiction seems to run both ways... |
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