Shadow Vanity

(09/30/94 / Small Town USA)

Defeated


A soft sigh of defeat resounds threw the room as she slowly bleeds out. She thinks to her self. I should be use to this pain. It's not like this is the first time I've been hurt like this. A dull throbbing sensation spreads threw out her entire body. Looking at herself her hands tremble with an intensity. Looking at her body she would look fine.... until you look at her back. Sticking out of her back would be a knife. (meteorically) Once again she has been stabbed in the back. Once again she would lose another person she thought was close to her.

Submitted: Thursday, May 30, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 05, 2013

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  • Kelly Seale (6/4/2013 1:06:00 AM)

    Not all is lost Shadow, Your blood spills into our conscience, your pain... into our hearts,
    But it's their lose, not yours... for their acts of betrayal and hurt...is our gain through your words.
    A very heartfelt piece... It affected me deeply.
    -Kelly. (Report) Reply

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