The KissShe felt his breathing settle down into a rhythm as familiar to her as her own heartbeat. In that instant she loathed and detested it. No longer able to bear his hot breath on the back of her neck, she swung her legs out of the sweaty, crumpled nest of sheets.The Kiss
Padding softly across the floor she moved silently to the antique dresser. Sitting down on the stool, she slid open the bottom drawer, her drawer. Lifting out the airy material she brought it to her face, in haling the sweet dusky smell. The thin, light material slipped gracefully through her fingers. Throwing it around her shoulders she fluffed her curls out of the neck of the f
Bacchal ecstasyUrgent whisperings hung on breath laced heavy with Bacchal ecstasy, Intoxicated infatuation led to hollow worship,Bacchal ecstasy
Meaningless grinding, Shadow concealed the kohl-rimmed tears, As she realised what she had become.
Empty skiesBlackening blood slowly congealed on her pale inner thigh. Her skin, cold, blossomed under purple blooms. Mere ornaments on porcelain.Empty skies
Dark souless eyes searched the grey empty sky. Deities gone, long since abandoned. No silver shadow now cradled her naked, broken body. She was truly Alone.
Grass grew fruitlessly over her fingers, twining, looping. Weaving itself into an enveloping silence. Covering her lips, bidding her silence.
Exams are over
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...You who were crushed with suffering as described by the prophet, as if he could not see the human form in You because of Your great suffering. It is in this condition, Jesus, that I love You to the point of madness.
- St. Faustina Kowalska
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