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By Galadrial Date: 2001 Oct 27 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.27.11.49.11138]] |
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I can smell the acrid scent of the last bit of wood turning to char, had to turn the page firmly, shut the door, and put my heart on notice. I had to toss the match and feel the scorching when it flared committing sutee by tossing myself into the fire and making myself lie there while the flames ate the ropes that held me in stasis. I had to make it end because the hope was eating me alive, even when the truth was plain. I woke feeling clean for the first time in months, and now I have to reclaim all the things I gave for just one more night and can stop telling myself your pretty lies. You burned me. But i burned the last path to my soul's door. And there is no way to swim past the whirlpool and catch my heart unawares. |