It's a cold winter morning. On the porch, there she sits silently all wrapped up in woolens, her breath steaming up as it comes out of her mouth the cold around her seems to be warmer, warmer than her cold heart - a heart laced in ice at least the ice keeps glued together the broken pieces, though the splinters pierce her soul in every puffed out breath; Maybe, she is tired of forging a new one now or all her warmth has consumed her somehow; it is repulsive at times, - nauseating to feel so deeply, to feel the warmth entangle her cold heart - repetitively and it tires her soul, - this seemingly infinite loop letting it melt, and forge a whole and renewed toy to be shattered all over again? it is soul-cringing at times, -disgusting even to let someone hold it, leaving fresh finger prints the marks - enchanting at first, until they become a grasp around the neck, a choke then the clutch converts to an unbearable struggle and a crush to pieces; she lets the shreds harden frozen to piercing icicles, for this might be the memory that punctures this never ending cycle that saves her from falling in this trap again; let these bits be a reminder - a warning; of what happens when she lets the guard down, in search of a hand to hold on to; the yearning to share her soul, her life returns to haunt her again it breaks her further, as if a slow sacrifice to the goddess of love, and the goddess mocks her, or maybe her fears somehow pollute this sacrifice; oh how she is scared to see her own reflection for she might not recognize the stranger staring back from the mirror, how she might regret the way she auctioned pieces of herself, in search of this warmth; - a yearning, that she refuses to accept as her own, that the world convinced her somehow was the way it was supposed to be; and in spite of knowing it all having lived, having been broken then put together, and then broken again, oh how she longs for someone to melt those shards forge a new heart for her, and keep it safe with a warm clasp tenderly and softly, to let her breathe-in, a warm calming last breath.
Awesome… The never ending cycle…
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Great one. Keep up.
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