Belle Been untitled #4

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
I'm really bad at summaries

Submitted: January 06, 2011

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Submitted: January 06, 2011



If this is right, then why does it hurt? Why can I feel myself crumbling and turning into ash? My heart skips a beat and my lungs tighten as I slip back into me and you. I open up. My whole body begins tofissure,starting atmy rib cage, and I connect to you. A thousand tiny orbsrupture from inside me kissing your body gently, staying there until you cut them down and stomp on them. Every last one lay on the ground, turned cold. You look at me directly in the face and ask me who I am, but I could not answer.

This is who I am; Someone who simultaneously longs for, and fears, the commitment of remembering. The opposite of love

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