Treasure Island

Brianna N R Wine

(9-29-1995 / USA)

Xtra Demons


Light dances across my face, warming my skin
I tilt my head back, loving the feel.
A thrill runs down my back, like a hand upon my neck.
For once I am warm and secure- the light still dances
Groans of elation well up from my throat and I let them sound.
Tingling sensations vibrate my nerve endings

A shadow falls and the light is blocked.
I shield my eyes and cock my head.
A figure of black cloak is leaning down over me and jerks me from my resting spot.
He twists and turns me, breaking me to bits.
But it is okay because I knew he would be back soon-
The ever foreboding Life.

The light dances no more.

Submitted: Tuesday, October 23, 2012

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  • Thomas A Robinson (11/14/2012 5:58:00 PM)

    There seems to be a constant struggle between darkness and light with you and you seem to side with
    the darkness more. Dwelling where only emptiness exists
    is futile. You will exist as only a shadow in the midst
    of darkness and you will never know where you begin or end.You will be as darkness as darkness is unto you.
    Light a candle in the dark. (Report) Reply

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