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I tried not to stare into her eyes. I would get lost in her apathetic gaze and forget to feel. Silent like fog it hung in the air too think to see through.
She was stuck inside a haze again, chaotically trying to rearrange her brain.
I couldn't really see her through the mist that exerted from her pores.
Instinctively my hand reached out to her, but I pulled away. From what I saw, it almost seemed to be sacrilegious to touch her.
With skin like flowing cream, the lightest touch would send it crawling in spiderwebs of ripples.
(And I'm not known for having soft hands but I wanted to get caught like a fly in the strands of silk.)
She wrapped herself in silence to keep the tumultuous turmoil that pillaged her brain to herself. She was afraid the slightest sound would shatter that shaky level of concentration she needs to organize her disobedient mind.
I couldn't help but wonder if words would be able to slip through the chapped grooves of her velvet lips and how her voice would match her smooth appearance.
But when words finally crept from between her whithered crevasses they were full of calloused empathy that clawed at my apathy like steel wool.
She opened her mouth to swallow the white noise that escaped pulling me from her think fog, and I could finally see
the blackened, decayed cave that harbored the violence of screaming steel wool.
She was stuck inside a haze again, chaotically trying to rearrange her brain.
I couldn't really see her through the mist that exerted from her pores.
Instinctively my hand reached out to her, but I pulled away. From what I saw, it almost seemed to be sacrilegious to touch her.
With skin like flowing cream, the lightest touch would send it crawling in spiderwebs of ripples.
(And I'm not known for having soft hands but I wanted to get caught like a fly in the strands of silk.)
She wrapped herself in silence to keep the tumultuous turmoil that pillaged her brain to herself. She was afraid the slightest sound would shatter that shaky level of concentration she needs to organize her disobedient mind.
I couldn't help but wonder if words would be able to slip through the chapped grooves of her velvet lips and how her voice would match her smooth appearance.
But when words finally crept from between her whithered crevasses they were full of calloused empathy that clawed at my apathy like steel wool.
She opened her mouth to swallow the white noise that escaped pulling me from her think fog, and I could finally see
the blackened, decayed cave that harbored the violence of screaming steel wool.
Literature
Retrospection
We beg for mercy,
to be pardoned
of a sin not of
our own volition;
to escape what
haunts the mind
through dreams
and distorted images.
There is an escape,
but it seems far-fetched,
and it only leads
to further damnation.
Breaking the silence
with a subtle scream;
still the heart is
shattered with memories.
-Brian Shuffett
July 11th, 2010
Literature
Discern
I can take
a hint without
taking offense,
without affecting
my sense of self,
but it's so hard
to tell who is real.
-Brian Shuffett
July 24th, 2010
Literature
One More Nightmare
If everything is
what it seems,
then where is
the reality of
our dream?
(and what does
it mean when
I'm falling apart
at the seams?)
(With everything that
transpires I only
pray that I
could die here.)
You leave me with
nothing more than
nocturnal nightmares.
-Brian Shuffett
July 21st, 2010
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