And there she lay, dead to the world. Soaking in self pity and an unhappiness thick enough to stop her breath. She knew the day would come and she welcomed it with fear. Do you remember the day when the black life sunk into you gut, settled there with bitterness? Do you know about the delirium of having your insides torn out and thrown into such unforgiving cold?
I do...
1 comment:
Ah, Sydney...
You're such a beautiful writer.
Keep 'em comin' m'lady.
- Andrea
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