Dec 042010
 

Heat

She can feel the rhythmic movement
and the heat
unbearable heat

Her senses dulled
she knows what is happening
But is powerless to stop it
“No!” she screams at him
But he doesn’t stop
He’ll never stop
Until she’s dead

He kills her slowly
And laughs manically at what he’s done
Every day a piece of her slips away
She grabs at the pieces
like torn paper on the wind
Lost for all eternity

~Kryson

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Christy
Christy is a writer, crafter, amateur photographer and enjoys sharing recipes. She also loves pushing buttons in Photoshop until her pictures magically look better.

Always looking for more work, Christy is currently editing her first book, finishing her second, blogging, guest blogging and making a nuisance of herself.
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