If I accept that there’s a heaven, then death would be too appealing. If He is all forgiving then why is there a hell? How could an all loving being let war, killing, famine, or pain exist? How could He let innocents die and killers live? Why has He not spoken to me? Even when … Continue reading Why I Can’t Believe In God
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The Clichéd Dream
My soul is burning a million colours in a city of grey. Every train ride through the skyscrapers reminds me of how much is out there that I am not seeing, not feeling. I want it, so badly I physically ache. It pulls against me towards a horizon somewhere I can’t see. It makes me so … Continue reading The Clichéd Dream
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The wind blows hard against my cold lips, cracking them, splitting them open. I keep running, my legs pounding against the earth, pushing against the mud. My heart is racing. My chest heaving. I can hardly breathe; my dress is too heavy, my corset too tight. Bone against bone as I struggle to inhale. I … Continue reading Untitled
*Don’t go too far*
Don’t stray too far White tears drop onto rose-white faces, into black lashes and as they melt they slide into tender blue eyes. White fur is wrapped around soft warm hands, around little fingers, and clasps around slender white wrists. White stars fly, play, and chase between sliver gold curls, Laughter bubbles from blue-red lips … Continue reading *Don’t go too far*
Depression
His blistering, infectious fingers are wrapped so tightly around my veins they push clear salty blood out of my pores and through my eyes. It spills down my puffy cheeks, and I brush past you so I can hide somewhere alone, His tendrils reach out from inside me, forcing through bone and muscle. I hardly … Continue reading Depression
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