The hurt,
It seeps deep inside me,
Finding every crevase of my soul.
***
How could you do this to me?
Rip my heart out and then just leave,
Like you never existed.
***
Now I am here alone,
On scraped knees,
Picking up the pieces of what you broke.
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Amethyst Champagne
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Turquoise Clouds in a Green Sky
“I always remember the first time I saw the green sky and the turquoise clouds skating across it.” These words had stayed with Alice Barrett for two years. She’d been six- years-old and snuggled next to her great-grandmother, known to nearly all the family as Granny Rose, on a large, rather uncomfortable armchair. Granny Rose had been telling her a story, at least that’s what Alice believed, but it was a strange memory, blurry apart from those few words.
By Matthew Batham4 days ago in Fiction
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Such a powerful and emotional piece. My heart aches from this vivid imagery.