Her Poison

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Emotion about a girl who has been in her own shadows, about to step out and become a beautiful believer.

Submitted: January 11, 2012

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The walls suffocate the soul’s emotion, as the heart begins to scream for relief from it all. What is one supposed to do with all of the sadness that reaps inside of them, and beings to claw at the thoughts that go through the mind. Lonely yet loved, she feels that there will soon be no escape from the days she has brought upon herself.  Wonders of the world and details of death fill the thoughts throughout the minutes of every hour, the hour of every day, the day of every month, and the month of every year.

Thinking that herself, her, had everything figured out and so ready for what is to come, a wave of reality  struck and left her to lay her consciousness right beneath her feet. The air that surrounded the girl became suppressed with the thoughts of hopes and dreams as they bloom deep inside, and fulfill her delusion. Her escapes depend on only the lies she’s known and the truth that yet to be told. Smoke from her “panama red” wraps her lungs and holds on tight as the drink of cheap beer washes down the absoluteness and draws the line of pure existence. Her breath smells of fire and her touch wintery. She stares into the darkness, home to call it calignosity. Never been broken from what she’s known her entire life, scared yet ready to step past the known boundaries. She sits on the broken stone, where she has sat many times before. Familiar with all of the surroundings, something to her was not right. She stood still as she gave an audience to the silence that fulfilled the breeze.  She took a deep breath in as she scented the dullness of her life…Zaphara, she read the name engraved in the low bedded rock that lay closest to the only chrysanthemum in the whole forested area. Her name Zaphara. Had it been someone else’s name would she be different from anyone else. Who was it that administered such a name to her? She quickly got her thoughts back in one and started on her own boulevard not even second glancing on what she would be deserting.


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