Desperationis
Her heart was a city of bombed-out buildings and her faith was a little child wandering around the rubble, sifting through the ashes. An acrid haze of misery hung over her emotions and the murky waters of regret washed up onto the banks of her memory.
Love had become a torture device and her feelings had become the Inquisitor. Her psyche was now a playground where the bullies of time shoved her thoughts around like a helpless waif.
She wanted to let it all out in one primal scream, but her mouth was full of a chokingly despondent silence.
- Category: General / Misc
- Tags: Desperationis = Latin for desperation
6 comments add one below
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Christopher about 6 years ago
Hopefully I can catch up with everyone's writing soon. Haven't felt much like being here lately.
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Neville Hunt about 6 years ago
Wow Christopher. This is powerful stuff and brilliantly written. I feel her pain and anguish through your words.
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Christopher about 6 years ago
Thanks, Neville. Looking forward to catching up on everything here this weekend.
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Peter Henderson about 6 years ago
Yes...you see a video of kids in war torn rubble with a stunned look on their face. You explained the look vividly. Great stuff.
Sorry to read about the loss in the family....hope you return to writing.
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Christopher about 6 years ago
Thank you, Peter.
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Christopher about 6 years ago
Wow! Thanks so much, Drew.
