I am the waves
Reaching for the shore
But crashing long before
The sand is even in sight
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I am the acrobat who
Lunges for the swing but
Is too far away to even
Graze it with her fingertips
❀
I am the person drowning
In quicksand but still struggling
As if she has any hope of
Breaking free
❀
I am the diver
Falling towards
An empty swimming pool
And ruthless concrete
Knowing she will shatter
At the bottom
❀
I am the girl
Who loves you
Even while knowing
You cannot love her back
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The Devil's Cut
“Comrade, finally you’re awake.” The voice was smooth, sensual. A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
By Matthew J. Fromm4 days ago in Fiction
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