Paige’s soul sleeps somewhere numb, somewhere cold. Her dark, disturbed visions summon her to the razor. With every cut, she bids her blood to run. With every failed seep, she utters her mantra.
“Life won’t let me go. I cannot respire. I cannot perish. Forever, I shall suffer.”
Thanks Sharmishtha 🙂
i know these feelings – amazing did you whisper this mantra into my ear from afar?
David in Maine USA
wow on that poem! also i want to say that i nominated you for the super sweet blogger award! 🙂
Thanks so much 🙂