Wednesday, December 4, 2013

The torment is as engulfing as the darkness of night. It suffocates as the hand across the nose and mouth. The fight to be free only wrenches it closer. The pain throbs as too much pressure on muscle and joint. Bane-fully it emerges through the eyes. The anguish retained on the shoulders that carry it. It is the haunt of life.

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