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This is free flow. Just sorta came to me. I'd love to hear your thoughts on what it means. =)

Submitted:Oct 9, 2008    Reads: 165    Comments: 7    Likes: 4   

Sparkles. Surrounding me. Little plastic horses glide up and down their graceful status set in permanent paint. Mirrors. Showing reflections of what I used to be, what I am, what i could be. Their screaming my name. *CHELSEA! Are you even listening to me?* Glitter is cluttering my view of them. Standing on the outside as I spin, faster, faster, FASTER into oblivion. Loud, taunting music is yelling at me too. A hand on my wrist. My hero? No. A painfully grip and another on my heart. Spinning. Faster. Mirrors. Shattering. The horses are blocking my exit and chasing after me. I run away but they surround me. I run the opposite way on the wheel. I am running in spot. The tears blur the visions. Pain. My wrist feels cut open. I run. Trying to escape. Nothing. No one to help me. Slower, slower, SLOWER. Glitter obscures everything and paints the world happily. *CHELSEA! COME BACK HERE! I'm not finished talking to you!* the mirrors are showing cracked, broken versions of my face. The paint wears off and I see the true grey color of grace. Surrounding me. Sparkles. -Camisado


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