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Breathing

I open my eyes to the bright light shimmering through my window...
Squinting and squirmming I roll to my side and block it out.
Another Day.
Where did the night go?
My Dark Sanctuary of Solitude.
Gone...

Inhale...Exhale...
I Live...


Crumbled, wrinkled sheets fall to the ground.
Chipped polished, toenails meet the soft caress of the carpet.
The alarm is relentless...blairing its warning.
"Another Day"
I wince and it causes my heart to skip a beat.
One step closer to death...

Inhale...Exhale...
I Live...

Time.
Stumbling along to the sink.
Hard cold, marble crawling my pale skin.
Who is that girl?
Hmm...I don't know her.
Another Day...
Better get started.

Inhale...Exhale...
I Live...

The soap slips to the floor.
To much suge on my face.
Wouldn't want to get soap in my eyes.
The blairing alarm goes off again.
That shouldn't happen again.
Its not Another Day.

Inhale...
I Live...

The sound creats a resounding pulse in my head.
I must stop it...stop time...stop the alarm...
Where is the towel?
Just a step away...just a step...
Soft cold flesh met the slippery inanimate object...
And I am falling.
Falling to my release.
He's here...

Inhale...
I Live...

Like a bolt of lightening...
The pain traveled from my head to my whole body.
My breath is cut.
Oh, but that feels so good.
I can't breathe...
A scent of rust fills my nostrils.
My eyes darken.
He stands over me...
Beckoning...
Waiting...
Stealing my breath...
The Bliss...
The light...
Is Gone...
Inhale...
Exhale...
I Die..

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  • MaMa-2-be-Cindy silver member
    September 26, 2007

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    Ohh, nice job here :)

    You know that I'm a night owl, like you, lol and in saying that I just loved your choice in my dark sanctuary of solitude.
    For some reason I have never really liked like, but loved being in the dark, so even for that alone I can relate to your words. But the solitude of sleep, to dream, hmmmm, I love to dream

    A great choice breaking it with Inhale...Exhale... I Live... So true to how it is. Reading on, your spot on with the imagery. and well, awesome work with the ending, I never expected it to twist that way, deep
    Good Work Ana

    language: 4, rhythm: 4, subject: 4, tone: 4, form: 4.