Terciopelo Y Arena

by ~LittleMirelle

Caminaron en la playa atados solo por el soplar salado del viento que los abatía como simples títeres del destino bailando al compas de la soledad que pronto los azotaría con la fuerza demandante y cristalina del mar, grisáceo y turbio que los acompañaba rugiendo en la monótona tarde de septiembre.
Ella había decidido hace tiempo que no le quedaba más que entregarle a este hombre, el  tiempo en si no era importante, solo el hecho que se sentía drenada por dentro. Vacía como las conchas esparcidas en la arena. Quería soltar su mano con desesperación pero no p

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Habemus Noche

by ~LittleMirelle

Cerro sus adoloridos ojos que contemplaban con pena a l humanidad día a día, sintió las frías manos recorrer su enfebrecida piel, enfermiza y sudorosa. La tarde había dado paso a una noche calurosa y llena de insectos zumbantes que vampíricos siempre estaban al asecho.
Dio un suspiro ahogado, trazando la curvatura de sus muslos, sintió un calor interior sin forma que parecía extenderse de sus intestinos, hundirse profundamente en su vientre, encarnado, como aquel  hijo que nunca podría parir.
Sonrió a oscuras sosteniendo, por un instante, una carcajada en la punta de su

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Men As Flowers

by ~LittleMirelle

We think of men as flower, giving them away in a gesture of love with bright colors, soft petals and sweet smells. Some are praised religiously others are towed down and called weeds. Even something as delicate and common as a dandelion is beautiful its own way.
Untouchable.
Brute strong roses, call your attention everywhere they grow, perfumed and covered in sewer thorns. Sunflowers, joyful and bathed in life follow the light in till they burn out. Alcatraces, elegant and long.  pure in there white brightness. the brides favorite.
Violets perfumed and bright.
So many flowers in the world. Endless beds of tulips and jasmines. Will I ever

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Grey Boots

by ~LittleMirelle

I stare into your once lovely eyes, thinking  of the first time I saw them, bright and brown, dancing up and down the room, guided by the cheap colored lights.
Loud booming music drowning thoughts of beauty and grace.Shapes shifting in and out of vision guided by the drunken midnight.
I look into your hollow expression  trying to fill up my heart with the joy it once brought, the shy smiles and rosy red cheeks, stupid giggles and girly little laughs.
I see your cold looks while I try still to find heat inside my crumpled and crusted heart destroyed under the souls of my favorite gray boots.

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Stronger

by ~LittleMirelle

I stare into your once lovely eyes, thinking  of the first time I saw them, bright and brown, dancing up and down the room, guided by the cheap colored lights.
Loud booming music drowning thoughts of beauty and grace.Shapes shifting in and out of vision guided by the drunken midnight.
I look into your hollow expression  trying to fill up my heart with the joy it once brought, the shy smiles and rosy red cheeks, stupid giggles and girly little laughs.
I see your cold looks while I try still to find heat inside my crumpled and crusted heart destroyed under the souls of my favorite gray boots.

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Always Blue

by ~LittleMirelle

The wicked have no reliefsitting in this empty room surrounded by people staring through the artificial window that seems to mock me at every new opportunity with shifting clouds and scurrying people. The ever shifting world moves around me swirling in neon colors dancing faster than my eyes can follow. Foreversitting still.
Words repeated in an eternal routine  passed by a never ending line of stupid. Your mind goes numb as you stop caring.
One day at a time, a slow death, the process of dying, the cold shades of unfriendly decoration, designed to exclude beauty. Even my rapid imagination seems to flee this place.
The smell of rotten hope

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Love sustains life. Hatred and scorn are equally nourishing, however. As long as you demonise me, the closer I get to render your bones to marrow. Each word stings, and keeps me awake. You are the spider, weaving your own downfall

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