I Bleed Words Sometimes

Pen her story

She was accustomed to the routine. Meet. Muse. Misery. It was as though the story was written once. Relived a thousand times over.

She was prepared for the fateful day. She was armed with tears and a brave heart. She would use it when her knees felt weak. She would use it when the shadows of her soul were dark and cloudy. She would use them against her own will. She would use them to thrive. She would use them to smile. She would use them to create a cocoon. She would use them to create a fortress. She would use them to hurt, herself and others. She would use it when history repeated itself. Yet again.

Burnt ashes in the tray. Crumpled papers thrown in the air. Warmth on her cheeks. It took courage and a lot of Bourbon that night. For her to gather up all the strength her weak heart could shelter. She knew it had to be done. Because something’s just must. A necessity. Like breath for life.

She penned her story that midnight hour. It was called ‘Goodbye’.

She was accustomed to reliving the story over and over again. She looked forward to the routine.

Meet. Muse. Misery.

It was as though the story was written once.

Relived a thousand times over.

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6 responses

  1. One word; Sharpness

    I am thrilled by the play between “them” and “it”; very subtle yet sharp enough for the mind of an imaginative reader; very good combination, I believe. I feel and follow all the things she plans to use her tears and her brave heart for.

    Almost forgot to mention, you have given “Repetition” a rarely explored character, successfully.

    Congratulations.

    Keep the ink flowing.

    ~ Siddharth

    April 2, 2013 at 10:28 pm

    • You read between the lines and that’s just amazing. I’m honoured by all the lovely words and no I don’t feel worthy.

      But Thanks Siddharth 🙂

      April 2, 2013 at 10:34 pm

  2. I can relate so much to this.
    You write very well.

    April 3, 2013 at 8:06 pm

  3. I loved it. Somehow the repetition appeal.
    Meet.Muse.Misery.
    Sigh.
    Lovely.

    April 6, 2013 at 11:04 pm

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