
I see my shattered life. I see hers too. Are we the same person?
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Words: 204 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 01-15-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2090609
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Shattered Souls
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I collect the knife-like, shattered pieces of my soul in this dark abyss. I am floating, yet the pieces are falling...falling out of my hand...out of my grasp...out of place. They fall and so do I. I reach up but brushing against nothing. Not even the air. It is all black and endless. I seem to stop, a vicious tug yet I remain weightless...afloat yet again. No longer am I surrounded by darkness. Below me I see her. She is laughing and smiling and her eyes sparkle but I see through the illusion. She too is in darkness. The worst there is, caused by her own will. A needless, stupid torture she has placed on herself.
The darkness begins to crack and then a deadly sparkle of glass....
I collect the knife-like, shattered pieces of her soul. But then they fall and so do I.
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