Into Nothing

Bruised as a child. A broken heart that cannot be touched. Comfort sought, and given with warm hands, in embraces, with love. Tears fallen, and swallowed to the dimension where nothing else but two intertwined bodies exist.1

Names like daggers pierce heart, but passion melts the silver down into nothing.2

Fingers run through hair - soft as silk, soft as words. A single syllable whispered into cold air, breaking the tension, breaking the sorrow...3

Into nothing.

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  • travis34dietC
    February 25, 2007
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    wow

    short but beautifully written. nice job!!