Unnecessary disgrace.She lets the waves roll onto her bare feet; digs the cool sand beneath her hands. It seems her pretty boy hasn't left her so pretty. She circles her bruised face with ocean water, leaving a salty rim. Her still graceful hand softly digs into a small bag to reveal compact - her life line. With meak hands and simple techniques she has finished. No longer is she bruised. Not hurt. Nor does any fault show. But no long is she pretty, she is shamed.Unnecessary disgrace.
Deoxyianated Heartache.I'm sorry love, my lungs can't handle this or you My major organs are turning into a natural disaster without you And I'll try to puff away each emotion I ever felt about you Everytime I light up, I'll try forget everything to do with you I know I should quit But how could I quit It's the only thing that's still connecting me to youDeoxyianated Heartache.
Hope Sold in a Song.Amelia plays the piano Dainty as can beHope Sold in a Song.
She holds her wrists tight, But her fingers lay limp with anxiety
All she hears is the melody as she wants it to be
She'll play though, forever, Pretty as can be
A lost cause, a hope, put into a single note
Delighting in Normality, . . .They spend the evening together, a typical diner and movie date. But to her he didn't seem so typical and he felt the same towards her. Delight was spread across their faces all evening - enjoying one's company for the very first time. She had a history with bad boys, and he, had no history at all. Such a treat, she thought, to meet such a nice man. He brought her out for ice cream after the scary movie she had just endured. Then again, they're reasons she didn't mind. He paid willingly, then asked if she must return home. "Not just yet," she replied, though of course it was a lie. He built a shy smile to tell her he was happy, and she, returDelighting in Normality, . . .
need to...
glittersuperfluous.glitter
she reassures him nothing has changed; she still needs him
a believer of every word (by choice, or necessity) he smiles, relieved
he brushes aside the unease of noticing her lack of ring. it fell down the drain, right?
right.
a fitful sleep, and he's gone again another business trip
she goes down the list of men she's fucked, to see who's worth her time
a phone call later, she's out the door in light glitter and stilettos
aphrodisia.
another ma
Reborn
by ~Scarlethana
by ~onelikejess
Takin' from the Blog.
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