Written by
Amber H.W.
November 2009
Written by
Amber H.W.
November 2009
Words become a poison that flows from room to room making my heart stop with each new territory covered. It searches tirelessly until if finds me hiding, hiding in the eves waiting for the inevitable screaming is futile, fighting it- pointless. So I succumb breathing it in deeply, until my core is frozen in my chest and it has taken me. Words can be sharp and hatefull strong and painfully beautiful but as they leave your lips your intentions flow with them, creating or destroying wherever they find themselves landing. This time ice crystallizes my chest in beautiful lacy patterns that slowly removes purpose from my veins. Just what I deserve, just what I have earned this time.

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  • Mary Roy

    you've really got it going on. great imagery. i'm hip to the hunger for feedback.

  • Amber H.W.

    Thank you so much! You have no idea how much it means to me to have others comment on my writing even if it is bad feedback :)

  • Amy Jo Sprague

    amber this is brilliant and your word choices are lovely seriously