This will be a Beautiful DeathA Poem by Amy VaughnThis will be a beautiful death - The fragile snow is beneath my toes, freezing the insides, the cold swirling and twirling up my legs, tickling my veins and morphing the blue blood purple, shaking the scraggly routes back to my blackened heart. I want to take a step onto the pond, the pond Jack Frost has painted over with foggy glass, hiding the dark waters beneath it. My body moans as my leg lifts, as I walk, as I stare steadfastly ahead. I am shaking. I am freezing. I am frozen. I think of your lips on my neck, and the black and purple inside of me begin to groan, for my mind melts into reds and yellows and oranges, warmth - I step towards the ice. My body screams in protest. The black and purple blood cheer. I think of you. Red. Orange. Yellow. Your kiss. I love you. I jump. © 2011 Amy VaughnAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on January 8, 2011 Last Updated on June 16, 2011 AuthorAmy VaughnNJAboutI am a lover of words, of the emotion that you can evoke from a simple poem or passage. I believe that I am a writer in the fact that I need to write in order to find balance within myself, an inner p.. more..Writing
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