This is the other half of me... a me that i wish not to show, but hide.


Pulse

A steady flow
her pulse ablaze
crouched in the corner, she hides
not from someone but something
untouched by love, she resists it's temptation
prefering to care only for herself
narrowed eyes
only allowing herself to stay in the discipline of darkness
she is now crouched in the shadows
lingering in the back of my mind
I only dared look, checking if she's still there,
I hope she has freed herself of the chains that hold her
in the depth's of my memory,
to find her true name.



Poetry by lily vitoria
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Written on 2006-08-24 at 04:32

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keith nunes
i know what you're saying
2006-08-24