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Current mood:  indifferent Category: Writing and Poetry
The fire burning in her eyes, It strikes me with the force of a thousand white hot knives. I can feel the hatred pouring from her heart, It comes slow at first, but then faster and faster beyond control, The eerie calm silence is shattered by the quick eruption of her scream, I see everything in black and white, cold and without feeling, But she, all she sees is red, Red like the fire inside of her, Burning deep within, welling, swirling, twisting tighter, It is as though her heart is being sucked into a black hole, Then, in a split second, there is a sudden movement and then only pain, It starts in my chest, and slowly moves throughout the rest of my body, I start to feel like I am being submersed into cold water, The light in the room begins to fade, and I begin to fall It won't be until two minutes later that she will realize that the other person In bed with me, was our daughter who was merely frightened by the violent storm That would ultimately tear us apart forever.
5:15 AM
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