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    dots Submission Name: Revealing Letterdots

    Author: caballero7137
    ASL Info:    22/m/victoriaville
    Elite Ratio:    0.72 - 9/104/123
    Words: 145
    Class/Type: Poetry/Death
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    dotsRevealing Letterdots

    The local postman
    brought me tears
    in a sealed envelope,
    one swift fall day
    postmarked tombstone.
    Swimming in the liquid
    of freshly poured tears
    were few short words
    and a piece of rope
    looped like a noose
    that outlined clearly
    the suicide
    and the feeling
    that I was bound
    to feel fully.

    With a grave lost
    comes an overwhelm
    of unimaginable pain.
    Feelings of intense levels
    jabbing the eyes
    to cry a little more,
    brusing the fleshy skin
    colouring in dull blues
    and putrid reds,
    bludgeoning the heart
    with old memories
    that begin fade to sand,
    and paralyse the soul
    from any growth
    crippling the power
    to heal itself.
    Simply binding it
    and confining it
    to a wooden cross
    with vultures
    and ravens
    to feast upon,
    for the rest
    of time,
    or before
    the mind snaps.

    Submitted on 2007-04-21 09:10:16     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      you know when you are going through something and it is so intense that the only thing you notice around you are things that pertain that to certain event/experience/emotion/etc.
    sometimes thats all you see.
    i guess its just some kind of heightened awareness... i dont know.

    i read this... not expecting to read what i did but then i prolly should have. april 29th marks the third year anniversary of a death by hanging. only thing is... i never got a letter of explanation.
    my boyfriend ended his own life that day. i was cut up for a very long time. somehow i have found a way to move on since. in someways i am a whole nother person.
    i can go a whole year without breaking down all over the place but this last week has been ghastly... ive been falling apart all over the place and crying and everything. its been simply ghastly.

    writing wise i think it could be better but im mostly only commenting to tell you that i understand where you are coming from and if this is a personal experience i send you all the strength in the world to make it through
    | Posted on 2007-04-21 00:00:00 | by Someones Epiphany | [ Reply to This ]

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