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By Unknown Submitted by Corinna Date: 2004 Jan 15 Comment on this Work [[2004.01.15.20.01.20420]] |
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Some questions are better left unsaid... There is a void in my chest where I once had a heart, and from this emptyness springs all the suffering in the multiverse. At first, the pains are like a kiss, hot and long, and breathy and welcome. They reach out with long, cajoling fingers and make my bones hum with delight. I warm to the touch and, though I know what must follow, yearn for more. My flesh tingles and flushes and shudders, and the more my ecstacy builds, the more the void pours forth until bliss rolls half a turn and becomes sweet agony. Then my body nettles with a blistering itch no ointment can heal, and the greater my woe, the more scalding the anguish that seethes from the empty well inside. I boil in my own sick regret, and I cannot staunch the flow. It billows up in white plumes and blanches my bones with sorrow. I burn with the shame of a thousand evils I cannot recall, and still the we pours forth... |