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at night

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at night
the sounds
deafen
and thoughts
resound louder.
moonlight
wanders through
torn, teal curtains
illuminating devils
hidden by
burning sunlight.
dreams swirl
amongst worries
desires and wishes,
settling down
turning to hope
if only for a moment.

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Written by burrben

January 27, 2011 at 2:13 am

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The Hopechest of John P. Riggs; Chapter 1, Part 6

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it’s as if she had walked into a lake of fire. through her persecution, she kept the cool that she was known for. the cool that made me believe that she was the brightest star among an unending galaxy. when she stood up there. the get the final verdict – the one from which the only appeal is to the angry god himself – her face was a confused edifice; a wicked contradiction. her tears – falling not for loss of life but the loss of innocence in the heart – cut a perpendicular route to her smiling smirk, which glowed glad amongst the clouds and circles, both dark and damning. she fixed her eyes upon the cross, the nude snake-oil salesman making his final plea. and as she closed them for the final time, a commencement prayer slipped from her lips, setting the truth before the eyes of the lord.

Written by burrben

January 27, 2011 at 2:03 am

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