Category: Related to My life experience.
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Drops of Red.
Author: ladyjewel Drops of redSharp steel pushes down gently on milky skin,The slight pop as it gives way,Slides easily along the cut opening a line. She watches the red line form,The perfect drop of blood like a jewel,It gathers all the pent up feeling inside her,Hangs like a perfect tear for a few seconds,Then falls…
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Someone Special.
After living so long content to just be a woman, a mother a girl. And then her life was complete, her children adults, and all she was made for had come out whole and good. She stood looking out at the sea, the tears like rivers over her cheeks followed the same path as the…
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For an 8 year old Angel I nursed once.
Mom my breathing is funny and I can’t feel my body, why are these people running around my bed? They must have put air inside me because I can fly now, look mom I can hold out my hands and fly high, Mom, why can’t you hear me?Why is she crying so much, I am…
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The Deer.
Author: ladyjewel Grazing on lush green leaves, the carm of the trees,The soft whistle of the wind, no hint of danger, the sun warm on his back, his tail flicking the stray fly. The wind changed slightly and the warm earthy smell ofSomething unknown hits his nose, he stops and his sensesCome alive, he turns…
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Perfect person
Author: ladyjewel Body in the grip of tearing pain,Remember to breath, count, mind closed in for those few seconds. Heavy, full feeling, pain and pressure, and suddenly.. You slide out and the pain is gone,A small body is placed on my chest, wet and warm,I look down and there is a cloud of soft hair,A…
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Yellow.
Yellow, a colour I never before put with me, Yellow daffodils, soft and gentle, fragile yet flexible to sway in the wind. Yellow Sunflowers, bright and bold, Strong, yet unique turning to the sun. Both seem so different and yet, once you cut them they both slowly die. I have been broken and my petals…
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Broken.
In silence she sat, no expression on her face, the glass snow globe in her hands and a pile of items sitting next to her. It had been an hour and she had not moved, she placed the glass snow globe on the top step where she sat and gently rolled it forward, watching it…