Never guess
smile on my lips
light in my eyes
beneath it all
I weep
sorrow everlasting
not able to tell
not able to reach
time
again
time
told everything is fine
one will believe
never seeing evidence
of cracks
within the soul
slathered over
tar
paper
hiding whipped child
hiding vicious lies
whispered
again
again
while looking in mirror
dead eyes staring back
mouth agape
no one
sees
small child
entrapped
beating
screaming
to be let out
to be taken out
to be cared for
not discarded in pain
shrieks abound
stifled by walls in own mind
walk slow shuffle
can you forgive me
can you forget
the little girl inside
she had to come out
she had to break free
she had to…..
consume me.
©Nov. 7/20
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Deliciously dark Jay-lyn 🙂
Maybe you might care to look at this and comment on the dark creative fiction question?
https://aguycalledbloke.blog/2020/11/08/when-good-people-do-bad/
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Yes I most certainly will. I look forward to it. My darker side seems to be most prevalent these days
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Well l have always loved it, and of the many genres of fiction l do enjoy, dark fiction has always been one … when l say dark, l mean dark 🙂
You never fail me or my deviant desires awaiting to be fed .
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Awesome I am so glad to know I speak to your dark side. 🤓💜
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Very much so 🙂
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I see your dark and painful muse is alive and well and kicking butt all over the place. This is a very powerful imagery piece, it creates a very dark place in my mind where I see this unfold. Thankfully I can also step back when it ends too. Beautifully crafted piece lil Sis. I stand in awe. 💖💖💖
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Thank you. It totally began as something absolutely different and morphed. Idk someone is wanting to kick ass
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Love you big sis. Home on quick break back for another hour and half 🤓💜💜
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