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Published: 2011-03-21 01:22:41 +0000 UTC; Views: 395; Favourites: 5; Downloads: 2
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Silently, she retches -Fingers play a merry tune down her throat.
Head spinning, world turning,
Dust motes dance and music blares.
Loud knocks rain down on the door
as she calls for just a minute - -
The handle rattles,
Impatient hands pull at the door in its jamb.
Frail fingers struggle to grip the paper, as she wipes off her face -
Haunted eyes stare from the mirror.
Water rushes, speeding away all signs of her deed.
She smiles, all teeth and no feeling.
Her evening routine -
A well-oiled machine.
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Comments: 2
RandyLovesLife [2011-04-17 13:55:21 +0000 UTC]
This is beautifully written! And scary I could picture this in my head @.@
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