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The Ripping


Guest Katiya Damodred

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Rip, tear, slash.

A hand, a giant hand,

Reaching in my chest and twisting the strings of my heart.

Pulling them, tearing them, ripping them away.

I have never known such pain.

The more it pulls, the more strands of agony

Rush to my brain and register that something is very

Wrong.

 

That same hand, that giant hand

Clawing at my soul, tearing it away.

Reaching through the walls I have so carefully built

And ripping them down, leaving exposed who I am.

Leaving in that soft, golden uniqueness

Angry black wounds that pulse with the beat

Of the heart of the one that I love.

Unrequited love is torture

More terrible than anything we humans have made

From the dark depths of our manual brains.

Unrequited love is very

Wrong.

 

Rip, tear, slash.

So goes my heart.

So goes my soul.

 

 

((Wow, that was weird....I feel really scary now. ::whistles out of tune softly, staring at the sky and pretending very hard that she did not write that.))

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LET IT OUT BABY!

 

(Seriously - gotta be something cathartic in that. )

~Zool~

 

Ancient, The Pen is Mightier than the Sword.

 

Bard of Terra, Patron Saint of Aspiring Bards.

 

Elder than dirt, more foolish than a jester, able to trip over the smallest logic in a single step. It's... Oh, you know.

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