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Hope
Contributed by
livinsociety
on
Wednesday, 18th May 2005 @ 03:40:03 PM in AEST
Topic:
mythology
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Her seeking hands curiously caressed
scorched edges of pitch black box,
admiring mysteriously, carvings burned
into the walls, searching her hands over
them excited her heart, brought forth
disgust at the regularity of life. Both naive hands
gripped the furiously burdensome lid.
Once the seal was broken the ancient oak suddenly
exploded with godly fury,
rushing a pressured wave of stale air bathing
the now tainted youth. Surging rivers of
darkness flowed, seeped into the cracks
of the hefty Greek banquet hall, choking
flames on their life giving torches.
With absence of reverberating evil came
solitude,
evil abandoning the prison it longed release from.
Feeling rancid, her muscles pushed up bile,
her last putrid meal,
staining her white teeth with pink acid.
She stared;
dry heaving, at the ruins of the area.
White strains of milky smoke seemed to
envelope her in a new, indescribable feeling,
like a blanket of rabbit furs hewn by wrinkled hands,
over her frail body.
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livinsociety
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2005-05-18 15:40:03] (Date/Time posted on
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