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Thrown against the wall in a burst of rage, the heart shattered like broken glass; the cling and clatter announcing its conclusion.
Its still fragile wings torn like paper; its once frailty unsown with every splitting stitch.
Through the spider's silk thread carefully weaved around the corners of the emotive organ, the hemorrhages overflow like honey, the red velvet seeping ceaselessly.
There was no scream, only a whimpering cry of agony.
A hushed cry so soft, softer than the crimson fluid excreting from the wound.
In this soul, there lies a spacious padded room of red velvet walls; only cushioning her into loneliness in the color of ebony.

An asylum of comfort; putting forth illusions of this deception called love.
A dream that only a naive child could smile at.
A nightmare that only a broken-heart will cry over.
A mirage in a borderless desert that stays in one spot with each running step of desperation further.
A coiled creature famished; its fury unquenched and its bloodthirst parched.

The heartbeat is smothered by its own yearning and drowning in its sweat and red velvet.
Her whispers raspy as she speaks whilst ill with mayhem and hurt with indignation.
Her tears being choked upon and then later on puked up; the vomit discolored as gore of scarlet.
In the dark depths of her ambiance, an ever-consuming fire rises higher, an ache for her other half and an escape of this solitude.
She is but a pile of ash drifting with the wind.
Who has gone unscathed in this turmoil?
She only perishes further as she bathes in red velvet.
Purpose is no longer relevant; misery has replaced it.
She only wants to feel again…
Believe it or not, I got this spontaneous inspiration from a bathroom scenty thing in my house. I noticed it's rich red color and thought "red velvet". I don't know why, but I know I love that deep rich red. To me, other than purple, it's a gorgeous color. And this red velvet in the poem is blood. I still think I am rusty, but for the first time in forever, the writing wasn't forced. The inspiration wasn't forced. It happened naturally from a random thing that made the poem deeper; which is what I've been longing for. It had been a few years since I've done this. And on top of that, I have been upset with my love life...

The word indignation PERFECTLY describes me right now...
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Kuro-fukurou Jan 18, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I love this! I was trying to fave it while I was reading. But I couldn't fave it 'cause I couldn't take my eyes off the words that were painting a picture in my head (although if that were a real picture I would fave it :)I did fave the story in the end)
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NinjaCat4 Jan 19, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for such kind words about my poem :3 means a lot
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Kuro-fukurou Jan 21, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
:heart:you're welcome!
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