It Hurts

I have been afraid to write of love lately. It takes away too much out of me.

Love is the essence of living. And there are days, which these days are most days when I feel it hurts too much to speak of love with careless abandon. I did so once. Perhaps even dared to do it twice. Once all was said done, I was left with a mere shell of my words. 

If I dab my pen too much into love’s ink, it hurts. It hurts when I speak of what I had. It hurts when I speak of what I don’t have. It hurts to look at my empty hands and I realize even my wishes have slipped through my fingers. 
© Romancing Life | 2017

Torture

Grace (iii)

 

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Drip, Drip.

The scarlet pool surrounding her

blanched skin grows larger.

As her life force grows thinner,

there is low humming in the

background – a slight buzz.

The likes of

songs of sultry sirens;

hypnotic notes – mermaid made,

lulling her into an almost

catatonic state.

Recalling the mellifluous sound of his voice

crystal-clear – the gravelly dulcet tone,

“Come back,” the words echo

bouncing of the ghostly walls.

“Come back to me darling,” he whispers again,

“Come back home.”

It might be her imagination running wild

or the reality- in truth

she could no longer educe.

The noise is slowly fading,

her breath grows shallow and

her body is now weak.

All the remenanets of his love

form her system have now bled away.

She’s but an empty shell

a structure of misery and bone;

too late, too late now,

she’s far too gone

to come back home

to his familiar embrace.

His voice – no longer

her saving grace.

——The End——

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Love,

Rose

Grace (II)

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Grace (ii/iii) (Read Below)

She remembers his face,

a face all too familiar.

The rhapsodic look in his eyes,

the gentle curve of his smile

the sharp edges of his jaw,

the sleek terrain of his nose

the darkness emanating

from his being,

his magnetic pull

ever so strong.

A face, all too familiar,

one too many times she’s seen.

A face she’s known for ages

since her soul was

birthed into existence,

age after age,

eon after eon;

engraved into her conscious.

She seeks him out

in every lifetime,

sometimes several times

in one,

only to be scorned

but always with a touch of love.

She seeks, she struggles, she strives

she finds, she falls, she loves,

somehow it’s never enough.

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—–To Be Continued—-

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Grace (i)

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Drip, Drip,

a bare body

lies in front of the mirror.

The sound of thick liquid,

hitting the milky marble floor

is constant

and precise,

matching the rhythm

of the ticking clock.

A translucent glass shard

smeared in a luxurious red.

The blood cascades down like a waterfall

before it hits the floor.

There, she lies still

with the likeness of a feather,

delicate, soft, quiet.

She sighs, releasing a large gulp of air

breaking the peace.

She bleeds in a constant stream –

The love she knows

she’s been bound to feel.

—To Be Continued—

 

The Devil’s Call

 

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In a sultry-dulcet tone,

he beckons me close.

“Come here, darling,

let me look into your soul.

Don’t be shy now.

I promise it won’t hurt.

C’mon now, love,

don’t be so curt.”

Now if I wasn’t so afraid,

I might have taken

him up on his offer.

I knew not,

what had him so

enthralled.

So I silently quivered,

and shook

where I stood.

He looked at me next

as though my actions

had him perplexed.

A light flickered

somewhere in the room

and the darkness spread;

previously golden orbs,

now glowed in red.

Breathless, I moved back,

stumbling, tumbling

before I hit the ground,

he caught my fall;

he smiled richly,

all while capturing

my heart,

“Sweet, little girl

nobody ignores

the Devil’s call.”

 

 

Devil’s Kiss

 

Mina the Magnificent

Liquid blood simmered

beneath her devil-kissed lips.

Once the temperature raised

two points and a half,

the blood boiled to the surface

as she sucked him in.

Exhaling poison into his lips,

inhaling life while he chokes,

in moments, disappearing

within the wisps of velvety black smoke.

Pandora’s Box

Dancing with the Devil (i)

 

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“You have the face of

a devil,”

her laughter echoed

throughout

the old marble structure

under which they stood.

He frowned.

She giggled some more,

her melodious voice

bouncing of the ancient walls –

walls that had not heard

a mortal sound

since

long lifetimes past.

“…like that of an innocent child,

untouched, pure and milky white.”

Bewildered, and bemused

he looked up

and then down,

after a deep thought

concluding she’d lost

her pretty mind.

She’d heard

the words he didn’t

voice,

her mind a million

miles away,

yet

the part of her present

with his continued to play,

“You’re are a beautiful man,

too beautiful of your own good,

I see the your gentle facade,

truly my love,

you are a work of art.

I am afraid though,

despite your charms

you’ve lost this war.

And,

you’ve lost your chance.

I won’t offer the

devil another dance.”

© 2016 Romancing Life

Man of Glass (iii)

She – a delicate rose,
her petals easily
bruised.
Still, she was a rose
her essence
strong.
And though,
the man of glass
for a moment
left her stunned.
She even felt a little
shunned.
Gathering herself,
she raised her voice
an octave,
in anger
she spoke,
“Don’t speak
so brazenly boy.
You’re not a man yet
neither a boy.
You exist between
reality and the shadows.
You might be willing
to endure this pain.
For now,
you think you have
nothing to gain.
You stand here
an unmovable statue
unable to heal.”
Her hand slowly moved to
touch his face,
“you may not be weak,
but you don’t know of
what you speak.
I am the salvation,
which you claim
that you do not seek.”
She lifts her sooty lashes
mirrors his expression –
his crippled face.
Her arms lift to
reach his back,
they are now locked
in an intimiate embrace.
The end of this story
she left at the hands of
fate.

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Part (i)              Part (ii)