my pain protrudes in poisoned barbs...ensnaring innocent passersby in the soul scarring void of deadly beauty....unintentional pitcher plant inviting peaceful false oasis....unknowing siren, believing song silent.....self secluded or self deluded(?)....continuous streams of sanguine lamentation masquerading as the wine of welcome...bidding a toast of possibility to the unwitting innocent
and all the while....through sparkle, smile and shared moment...the sticky black torrent of tumultuous ache and loss flows below the light and laughter, stubbornly refusing to heal.....
turning me into the very trap which opened the wound (?)
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can't believe it took me so long to think of uploading some of my writing!
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A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous : Ingrid Bergman
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