imp-butterfly

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Him by imp-butterfly, literature

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Him

An ash blaze scours your head. The ice kaleidoscope of your eyes burns into my soul. The hardened touch of gentle hands scars my body. The piercing touch of his tongue abuses my lips. My knees weaken. His smell, musky, tainted with Armani. The torture continues. You’ve pull me into your destructive embrace. Shocked with electricity, you whisper I can satisfy you. © Sandra Denise Jensen November 2007

Butterfly by imp-butterfly, literature

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Butterfly

Once again my tears have fallen. But not for someone else. They fall silently and inward Only for myself. It’s ok this time That my tears are for me. I trust myself, Just this once. Tears of retribution Of anger and utter joy. My life in peaceful turmoil. Love and pain in chaotic harmony. Just for a change I can be strong enough to change. Change my heart And all my life. Peaceful and complete In hope and dismay. My feet firmly planted In the Rock in which I anchor. Just like a caterpillar, I am curled up Unready to break through Into the world. One day when my heart’s complete. My wings will unfold And

Behind that Smile by imp-butterfly, literature

Literature

Behind that Smile

Behind that smile is a life once known. Lost forever. Hidden. Denied. Behind that smile is a pain unending. Constantly burning, brown and unbearable. Behind that smile a shattered set of dreams. Crushed, scattered and forlorn. Behind that smile a tear stains. Scorching and decollated completely. Behind that smile a truth submerged. Never to be seen or told. Behind that smile, a depth incomparable. Chasms, deep and unrevealed. Behind that smile lies a past Tortured, terrifying, and full of regret. Behind that smile a joy Unending, faithful and unconditional. Behind that smile a brown eyed girl Whose past is hidden And