Blood spill

what anger looks like to me.

As the bubbles in my blood start to pump through my body, I feel the beating of my heart increase. Not a soul nor a noise is heard or made. I am in solitde, I am in silence.

 

I am trying to gather the scattered puzzle pieces off the floor. I want to piece my life back together, I want to finish the puzzle and then burn it, I want to watch the layers of cardboard burn and cringe into nothing but sheets of dust.

 

I shall sweep the remains of ash into a dust pan and pour them onto whats left of the grave of my old self. I'll dig a deep hole, plunging myself into it I feel myself falling faster and lighter, like my sol is a butterfly.

 

I hear the howl of the demon that lurks within. My heart stops flat, my body has some how returned to its original position above the earth's surface. I have the shovel in my hand, I feel a surge of anger slur through my core. I want to let it burst out and yell everything I've wanted to say. Should I ??

Author's Note

What i feel

Reviews

[Jordan's Back]

Nice, and discriptive

[Kyle]

This is well done...Very nice descriptions

[Alex Vidmar]

Short, sweet, and very personal. This hits home with me. I know how you feel. Very well written Nikki. Very well written. I am definitely adding this one to my library. :D Keep it up and keep me posted!

[deadlysilence]

great write the power comes threw this write keep it up

[Amila Jay]

Ouch! A very strong write. love it:)

[That_Guy]

The Puzzle analogy is great. Well written powerful poem.