a tiny tear on the paper,
through which, I can perceive
the vistas, that could have been wrought,
in an another future, if only this life
hadn’t connived, against my soul,
keeping me in leverage, entombed,
within the cords of darkness,
eventually turning me, into
the venom, of this transgression,
smoldering me over and over again
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Linking it with Friday Flash 55. Also, this is going to be ltagged as my post for 2 November for NaBloPoMo.
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oy what a twist…life turning on us and we becoming the venom…and the continued smoldering…yeah…
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Oh beautiful! I love how quickly this one sucked me in. 🙂
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Dark, brooding..powerful!
Damn fine piece of writing My Friend.
Thanks for stopping by and for your gracious comment
Loved your Venomous 55
Thanks for playing, I hope you found the challenge to be creative and FUN!
Have a Kick Ass Week-End
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Sometimes I think that’s what life it all about. Who, me, cynical?
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..hey Anmol – (hugs)
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Thanks.
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most welcome
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Reblogged this on 20 Lines A Day.
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Very strong and powerful words HA!
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This speaks to me of containement, of guidance towards containing our soul and mind into 1 realm of anything at the same time,making us feel as tho we are sick from something, then sick from our own hand.
Very poignant writing!
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This is very good! I love this.
Hugz
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I enjoyed the phrasing and ‘feel’ of your 55! Very nice.
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This is stunning.
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Hello! Sorry so late but I just got back from a long drive north. I like your 55, the idea of that small single tear, how it can change everything. The long smoldering.
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